Dear diary, the strangest shit has happened. I got a job.
Well not really, I think I should explain better; I didn't just had a job like when Starbucks was the only place where they would accept me taking into account the....history with my family and being hired in weird out of pocket places like a giant cathedral or some sort of cult in the 70's close to the 80's. This job is slightly different, like having gotten the job application sent directly to me, addressed with my full name and the message was made like if I had known this so called "Clergy" my whole damn life; nevertheless the pay seemed to be good, it didn't require much job from me since the only thing there was to do was making sure microphones and sound check for some band were prepared and well maintained whenever they did their concerts; having gotten through college learning how to play piano and having (one) some practice on-stage nothing sounded so bad.
First thing I noticed when I entered was that every single person and their mother knew me. Seriously, everyone knew my name, everyone called me by my nickname, hell my job interview lasted seconds....seconds!!!!! Because all I needed to do was "Hi, my name is Thoma-" "Ah Tommy! I was wondering when you would come for the job, I've already have your file here, see ya tomorrow!" and that was it, the lady even had a photo ready of me in the wallpaper to drag onto some archive.
Listen, I didn't knew anything about the band Ghost, I had just heard my mom talk about some kinda spooky people dressed in black with silver masks all chanting something like "Come together as one" with a man in a black and white facepaint leading them; apparently that band was Ghost, that band was who hired me for the backstage crew. What the hell is my life man.
So diary, how did this day ended you may ask? How did that creepy not-suspicious-at-all interview went down? Well....I got to buy some chocolate bar in the vending machine on that huge place and got lost in it; finding my way out of there I went face first to one of the performers....they were tall as hell! Like super tall, the kind of tall that made me look like a child! I can't lie to you diary, I panicked hard and you know how much of a mumbling shivering mess I get whenever I am that panicked.
Luckily the tall one just apologized in a voice I still didn't knew where it came from (their mouth wasn't moving but like I kinda heard him in my ear?) and sent me on my way....still calling me "Tommy" like if I was an old pal' of them. Their name was something like....a element of nature? Rock? No...no that wasn't it, I don't know yet, I'll probably will leave it in other entry to be fair.
To not make a fool of myself I took that like a message from the All Mighty to leave the building quickly and silently. I got to the train in time and I went back home blinking like if that would've helped me to magically make everything go away. I even have the picture I took that day! (Note, probably put it here so it looks cute in the diary ^^). Idk it was weird but I'm willing to return tomorrow to see what the fuzz was about and get some answers as to how all the bloody world knew me there.
Guess we'll see. Besides, I still haven't gotten to the dude that supposedly run the business or "Papa" like they like to call it, apparently there have been three before him, Copia...funny name for someone who's the "Dad" of something.
