Shea Hurray!
Woke up at noon; for some reason it was very easy to sleep in. The first thing I did was run to my compy and start typing up my résumé. I thought it would be better to start fresh than to alter my old one, so I wouldn't get lazy when it came to adding things. I finished it in about an hour (it's two pages long, gasp!), printed it out and had David look over it. He didn't find any problems, so that was good. Printed out an extra copy.
Neither David nor I caught that my ZIP code was wrong (two of the last four digits, so it wasn't too much of a big deal. But still). X_X I didn't catch it until I was on the bus and tried to turn 2s into 3s without making it look horrible.
Anyway. Took the bus and the train out to Shea at two, got there at three-fifteen. There was a decent sized line already there, but I expected that. Unfortunately, the sun wasn't strong today and it was a bit windy. I called Lynda to pass the time. We blabbed on and on about stupid things, but she sure as hell helped. Waiting outside until the doors opened at four was the HARDEST part about this job application process. Once I went through a security check, there was heated air everywhere, and once I was properly inside the building, it was nice and toasty. Good thing, too, because I spent an hour in there.
I got an application handed to me and I sat down to work on it. Basic application stuff, not too difficult. I got on a line for someone to review it and make sure we had filled out all the things we were supposed to fill out. Lots of people had to go back and make corrections to theirs so I nervously checked mine over and over again to make sure I had everything. I did. ^_^;; Whew. It saved me a LOT of time. Someone else looked over my application, determined that I wished to work in retail, scribbled that on a sheet attached to my application, along with my résumé and a ticket. Then I had to sit and wait until someone called the number on my ticket.
That didn't take very long. I was sitting for maybe a minute. I was lead to yet another area and given a pop math test. Nothing entirely difficult, I mean, the first question was 100+80. ¬_¬ I had to fill out a cash slip or something, forgot what it was called, but I'd never done one of those before, so I was a bit unsure about that. Checked over my answers (good thing, too, because I forgot to carry a one somewhere), and went off to the interview.
The interviewer, Ben, was a very approachable, very friendly sort guy. I had ZERO nerves; it was fantastic. He looked over my math test and I held my breath. When not a single red mark was placed on it, I let it go. "I'm supposed to be a math major," I explained. "I hoped I wouldn't get any of those wrong!" He looked over my résumé and said he was "very impressed." I couldn't believe it; I'd written it so quicklyand thought I left so much out. He did, though, stop when he got to my high school. "You went to Bronx Science? :/" he asked. "You went to Brooklyn Tech!" I said, while thinking oh my gosh, they're EVERYWHERE! Like ants! "How'd you know?" "Because only Tech people say that about Science people." Tech people are just jealous of the number of stairs we DIDN'T have to climb on the way to class, lol. He explained everything about the position I'd applied for, from the seventeen locations in the stadium, to what I'd be doing, exactly. He only asked me a few standard questions (one of my answers ended in "I really like the Mets, and this is free baseball, so it should be fun."), let me know that someone would be calling for a seminar/orientation-type-dealie *IF* I get the job, he said, because it was still undetermined. I laughed, shook his hand again and headed to Flushing for something to eat. After that, I came back home.
THANKS, MOMMY!!!! (Of course, I called Mommy first.)
I started eating a bunch of Smarties and playing HM: AWL for a bit, and started to get tired. What? So much sugar and... exhaustion? I fell out for about an hour and a half. And somewhere along the line, one of my fingernails decided it had had enough of this miserable weather and broke at the base. Now I can't scratch. It's March. Can the snow and stuff give it a rest, already? We've had more than enough, thanks. Bring on allergies (cuz everyone knows I can't wait to find myself back in the hospital, lol).
Tomorrow, I'm meeting up with Lynda at her house around noontime so we can work on stuff together and discuss and plan and all that wonderful junk. She has stuff to show off, I have stuff to show off, I have anime to return, she has more to lend to me. I love her. She's my library. Oh, and friendship. Right. That's important. (I love you so much, Lynda. This year makes twelve. We've been friends the better part of our lives. O_O Scary! :::hug::: )
Sze, I think I'm out of money... I don't know if I'll be able to make it next Saturday. I'll try my damnedest, though, and keep you posted.
( Wark! )
Night!
Neither David nor I caught that my ZIP code was wrong (two of the last four digits, so it wasn't too much of a big deal. But still). X_X I didn't catch it until I was on the bus and tried to turn 2s into 3s without making it look horrible.
Anyway. Took the bus and the train out to Shea at two, got there at three-fifteen. There was a decent sized line already there, but I expected that. Unfortunately, the sun wasn't strong today and it was a bit windy. I called Lynda to pass the time. We blabbed on and on about stupid things, but she sure as hell helped. Waiting outside until the doors opened at four was the HARDEST part about this job application process. Once I went through a security check, there was heated air everywhere, and once I was properly inside the building, it was nice and toasty. Good thing, too, because I spent an hour in there.
I got an application handed to me and I sat down to work on it. Basic application stuff, not too difficult. I got on a line for someone to review it and make sure we had filled out all the things we were supposed to fill out. Lots of people had to go back and make corrections to theirs so I nervously checked mine over and over again to make sure I had everything. I did. ^_^;; Whew. It saved me a LOT of time. Someone else looked over my application, determined that I wished to work in retail, scribbled that on a sheet attached to my application, along with my résumé and a ticket. Then I had to sit and wait until someone called the number on my ticket.
That didn't take very long. I was sitting for maybe a minute. I was lead to yet another area and given a pop math test. Nothing entirely difficult, I mean, the first question was 100+80. ¬_¬ I had to fill out a cash slip or something, forgot what it was called, but I'd never done one of those before, so I was a bit unsure about that. Checked over my answers (good thing, too, because I forgot to carry a one somewhere), and went off to the interview.
The interviewer, Ben, was a very approachable, very friendly sort guy. I had ZERO nerves; it was fantastic. He looked over my math test and I held my breath. When not a single red mark was placed on it, I let it go. "I'm supposed to be a math major," I explained. "I hoped I wouldn't get any of those wrong!" He looked over my résumé and said he was "very impressed." I couldn't believe it; I'd written it so quicklyand thought I left so much out. He did, though, stop when he got to my high school. "You went to Bronx Science? :/" he asked. "You went to Brooklyn Tech!" I said, while thinking oh my gosh, they're EVERYWHERE! Like ants! "How'd you know?" "Because only Tech people say that about Science people." Tech people are just jealous of the number of stairs we DIDN'T have to climb on the way to class, lol. He explained everything about the position I'd applied for, from the seventeen locations in the stadium, to what I'd be doing, exactly. He only asked me a few standard questions (one of my answers ended in "I really like the Mets, and this is free baseball, so it should be fun."), let me know that someone would be calling for a seminar/orientation-type-dealie *IF* I get the job, he said, because it was still undetermined. I laughed, shook his hand again and headed to Flushing for something to eat. After that, I came back home.
THANKS, MOMMY!!!! (Of course, I called Mommy first.)
I started eating a bunch of Smarties and playing HM: AWL for a bit, and started to get tired. What? So much sugar and... exhaustion? I fell out for about an hour and a half. And somewhere along the line, one of my fingernails decided it had had enough of this miserable weather and broke at the base. Now I can't scratch. It's March. Can the snow and stuff give it a rest, already? We've had more than enough, thanks. Bring on allergies (cuz everyone knows I can't wait to find myself back in the hospital, lol).
Tomorrow, I'm meeting up with Lynda at her house around noontime so we can work on stuff together and discuss and plan and all that wonderful junk. She has stuff to show off, I have stuff to show off, I have anime to return, she has more to lend to me. I love her. She's my library. Oh, and friendship. Right. That's important. (I love you so much, Lynda. This year makes twelve. We've been friends the better part of our lives. O_O Scary! :::hug::: )
Sze, I think I'm out of money... I don't know if I'll be able to make it next Saturday. I'll try my damnedest, though, and keep you posted.
( Wark! )
Night!