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I had come back to the States, was looking for a job right away, so I could pay off some debts and save for school and have some money in case I needed to split. A new restaurant hired me. These guys were so intent on everyone learning their menu and being able to use the computer very quickly that they gave tests and said as soon as you knew the stuff you'd be on the floor. I studied and passed both tests. Then they had a wine-tasting so we would know their wines. I went to that. I even stayed after to help set-up. I wasn't scheduled for the weekend that they opened, but they said not to worry. They were trying different people out, etc., I went in the day they were to open just to help out. No pay. Just volunteered. Polished utensils, cleaned windows, mopped floors. Then they said they'd be in touch over the weekend. I had to call and call before I finally got the person responsible for scheduling on the phone. "We're all set with staff and we'll see how it pans out. Call us in a month". What fucking nerve. Then they have the audacity to send me an e-mail stating they're now open! A week and a half wasted. At least I learned something about wine. Now, I have another job lined up, but of course I'll need to get there and back. I can't call for rides late at night. I could walk. Take a while. Taxi isn't cool-it would cost more than I made. I'll see how the gig goes. With a scooter, I could get there and back without hassles, and I could find another job. This way, I'd be working as much as possible. I need the money, but it will also keep my mind busy so I don't keep thinking about my wife 7,000 miles away in a hospital and out of contact. I should stand up and beat the fuck out of the guy that was fucking with my wife, tell of the assholes at the restaurant that used me and wasted my time, and plead with immigration to allow me to visit my sick wife. Of course, they'll let in wife-beaters, rapists, and murderers....but not someone who had 1/8 gram of hash. They should get their priorities straight.