I was telling you yesterday that Mr. BFS has started filling in some of his free time with working at the local bowling alley. Not to be outdone, I started looking into part-time jobs that I thought would be fun. I decided I want to be a cow.
Specifically, I decided to try myself out as a Chick-Fil-A cow mascot. Since I am only 5’2″ tall, I technically auditioned to become a Chick-Fil-A Kid Cow. My try out was last Friday but I don’t know if they will end up using me or not.
I think I was the only adult over 18 at the audition other than the Marketing Director herself. The kid cow head of the mascot did not fit on me as well as it seemed to work for others. And I didn’t really have time and wasn’t able to see well enough thanks to the head’s fit to truly play around while I was the cow, so now I feel deflated. I know that is silly, but I actually feel bad for not putting my best foot forward on being a mascot. I hate to fail.
I Might Have the Job
All of that said, since I am not a high school or college kid, and I do work from home, I might be one of the few people that could be scheduled for day-time events. If she does end up sending a scheduling email my way, I have a plan.
- I will get a sports band to hold my glasses onto my face while the mascot’s head is placed over me.
- I will also make the head work for me whether I can see perfectly or not. Even if I end up running into stuff sometimes when I try to move too fast without checking, I could make that part of my schtick.
- I want to have fun with this. Part of what makes me think I would make a great mascot is that I love to make people happy. That is why I volunteer for the local hospice. If I can make a dementia patient smile, I can make a room full of already-happy preschoolers smile too.
So I hope I am contacted again. At this point, I have something to prove, oddly enough. Plus, this will be a fun way to get out of the house more, make some side income, get some exercise, and get to eat discounted Chick-Fil-A. That’s a win-win-win-win in my opinion.
Have you ever gotten worked up about something most people would consider silly? Is it weird for me to want this little 5-10 hour a week job so badly?