I don't think nature wants me to get a job...

UPDATE:
Number of applications I filled out and turned in today: 2 - Starbucks in Glen Ellyn and Barnes and Noble in Wheaton Town Square
Number of applications I decided I would only turn in if I was desperate: Einsteins. I don't really like bagels that much.
Number of call backs: Zip. Zilch. Nada.


I picked up applications to three places on Saturday - Starbucks, Barnes and Noble, and Einsteins. As stated above, I decided not to turn in Einsteins unless I was desperate. I don't really know why, so don't ask. I got a weird vibe about the application or something. Anyway, yesterday I was tired and had to finish a paper, so I didn't get a chance to finish the applications and turn them in. I vowed to do it today. Sometime between yesterday and last night, the skies opened up and dumped 5 inches of snow on the ground. Five inches, no biggie right? Wrong. Upon the first substantial snow fall, it seems that every single person in the city of Chicago and surrounding suburbs forgets how to drive in though snow (even though they've done it their entire lives most likely...) and the streets suddenly become the demolition derby. I strongly precaution any new comers to the Chicagoland area to stay off the roads on the first day of the first snow, unless you want to die or something. I was determined though, so I grabbed two Christmas cards my mom wanted me to mail for her, and my applications and headed out into the great unknown. I know how to drive in the snow, for the record, so I arrived to my destination a little slower than usual, but unscathed.
I drop off my first application, at Starbucks, and the guy who is so nice and I think might find me cute gave me a free drink which is always one of my favorite things to receive.
I exit, walk past my car and to the mail box on the corner, drop the mail in the slot, and start walking back, when I hear...
"Chirp...Chirp..." and suddenly see a large green and white dropping falling from the sky. Yes, it was bird poop, and, in slow motion of course, it proceeded to drop from the sky, directly onto my freshly laundered favorite pair of jeans. It also clipped the side of my free coffee cup.
I stare in unbelief at the fresh piece of bird crap that is now conveniently clinging to my pants, and slowly dripping in a downward motion. I'm not even sure that I got angry about it until I got in the car and the complete realization hit me that I still had yet to drop off another job application, and I really did need to do it that day. The problem is that walking into a store to drop off an application with bird doodies all over my pants probably does not leave the best impression.
So if I get a call back from Barnes and Noble, I will be thoroughly awed.

Yes, nature does not want me to get a job.