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To sum up today's interview in one word. I got to the mall early enough to eat lunch, but I couldn't find ANYTHING under $5 so I had to settle for two soft tacos and a medium Pepsi from Taco Bell. :::cry.::: I'm starving.
I walked into the store and BAM. The air conditioning hit me.
WHY, people. It's the last day of September. We're not going to see eighty degrees again for a LONG time. Why do people still have the air conditioning on?! On the bus, in the mall, in the store in the mall, it's ridiculous!
I slowly became a Venusickle. I honestly felt like one of those poor little Chihuahuas that you go "awwww" over because they're shaking so hard from the cold it looks like they're starting to seize. So, yes, it was quite brisk in the store. And I had to sit around and wait because of the twelve people that were scheduled for the 12:30 appointment, only four showed up, myself included. FOUR. We waited and waited and waited and FINALLY went outside for the interview because it's a nice day today.
I pulled my jacket around me even tighter, and wished I'd brought my sweater too, like I originally planned. Of course, I thought that since it was going to be October in twelve hours, there would be heating somewhere, or at least, not something to make it colder.
I need to start putting less faith in humanity. I don't understand why Americans are so hot all the time! In no other country are you still walking into a meat locker come fall. YES! It's autumn! Think about that, people.
So as for the actual interview.... it started off very well. I mentioned that I wanted to work full-time and that I had a little bit of photography experience, and also with little kids. The sun was nice and bright, so I started to warm up. One of the managers (there were two), Stephanie, started telling us about some of the things we would have to do for work. One was telemarket. I don't mind selling things in person, but I don't like talking on the phone. To anyone, not even my friends (unless it's really important or it'd take a year and a half to tpe out). So, downside number one. Another thing was CLEAN THE TOILETS. No. There are two things I don't clean: pots and toilets. They're both disgusting, they both make me wanna puke. So I started not to like what Stephanie was talking about but I decided to hear her out anyway.
Then... it happened. I was freezing before. Being warm again was bound to wreak havoc on my nose. Much like our friends Stunt and Bumper, I too, was afflicted with The Sniffles! *dun dun dunnnnnnnnnn* But when I sniffle, I don't just sniffle. Sniffles lead to sneezes. Sneezes lead to a runny nose. And I didn't have any tissues.
It was gross and unpleasant and the interview went on forEVer.
Somewhere in the middle of all this, I had to try and "sell" Stephanie my jacket, and for whatever reason, I couldn't do it. I told her that photos were easier to sell. The other manager, Jeremy, asked me how I would sell a photo. "The kid's cute," I replied, without the slightest hesitation. "No," Jeremy said. "She's not. She's red-faced and teary and she's looking away." "Well," I said, again, without thinking, "It shows she's a drama queen and brings out the best of that quality. Besides, at that age, it's endearing." Stephanie was amazed. "Why can't you do that for the jacket?" "It's not a photo!"
More with the runny nose. Oy.
Eventually, we were dismissed -- it was about an hour-long interview -- and I RAN to the bathroom to fix myself. Moving around seemed to clear me up (I have to either lie on my back or move around with a runny nose or it won't go away. Yes, I've always been something of an odd child), but still. I got outside again and went to wait for the bus.
This little kid -- he couldn't have been more than three -- made a new friend in me. He mashed his face on the glass of the bus shelter and contented himself with making me laugh. And then I made a few funny faces for him.
Then the bus came and I got back home.
I need four blankets and some orange juice. :::sniffle:::
I walked into the store and BAM. The air conditioning hit me.
WHY, people. It's the last day of September. We're not going to see eighty degrees again for a LONG time. Why do people still have the air conditioning on?! On the bus, in the mall, in the store in the mall, it's ridiculous!
I slowly became a Venusickle. I honestly felt like one of those poor little Chihuahuas that you go "awwww" over because they're shaking so hard from the cold it looks like they're starting to seize. So, yes, it was quite brisk in the store. And I had to sit around and wait because of the twelve people that were scheduled for the 12:30 appointment, only four showed up, myself included. FOUR. We waited and waited and waited and FINALLY went outside for the interview because it's a nice day today.
I pulled my jacket around me even tighter, and wished I'd brought my sweater too, like I originally planned. Of course, I thought that since it was going to be October in twelve hours, there would be heating somewhere, or at least, not something to make it colder.
I need to start putting less faith in humanity. I don't understand why Americans are so hot all the time! In no other country are you still walking into a meat locker come fall. YES! It's autumn! Think about that, people.
So as for the actual interview.... it started off very well. I mentioned that I wanted to work full-time and that I had a little bit of photography experience, and also with little kids. The sun was nice and bright, so I started to warm up. One of the managers (there were two), Stephanie, started telling us about some of the things we would have to do for work. One was telemarket. I don't mind selling things in person, but I don't like talking on the phone. To anyone, not even my friends (unless it's really important or it'd take a year and a half to tpe out). So, downside number one. Another thing was CLEAN THE TOILETS. No. There are two things I don't clean: pots and toilets. They're both disgusting, they both make me wanna puke. So I started not to like what Stephanie was talking about but I decided to hear her out anyway.
Then... it happened. I was freezing before. Being warm again was bound to wreak havoc on my nose. Much like our friends Stunt and Bumper, I too, was afflicted with The Sniffles! *dun dun dunnnnnnnnnn* But when I sniffle, I don't just sniffle. Sniffles lead to sneezes. Sneezes lead to a runny nose. And I didn't have any tissues.
It was gross and unpleasant and the interview went on forEVer.
Somewhere in the middle of all this, I had to try and "sell" Stephanie my jacket, and for whatever reason, I couldn't do it. I told her that photos were easier to sell. The other manager, Jeremy, asked me how I would sell a photo. "The kid's cute," I replied, without the slightest hesitation. "No," Jeremy said. "She's not. She's red-faced and teary and she's looking away." "Well," I said, again, without thinking, "It shows she's a drama queen and brings out the best of that quality. Besides, at that age, it's endearing." Stephanie was amazed. "Why can't you do that for the jacket?" "It's not a photo!"
More with the runny nose. Oy.
Eventually, we were dismissed -- it was about an hour-long interview -- and I RAN to the bathroom to fix myself. Moving around seemed to clear me up (I have to either lie on my back or move around with a runny nose or it won't go away. Yes, I've always been something of an odd child), but still. I got outside again and went to wait for the bus.
This little kid -- he couldn't have been more than three -- made a new friend in me. He mashed his face on the glass of the bus shelter and contented himself with making me laugh. And then I made a few funny faces for him.
Then the bus came and I got back home.
I need four blankets and some orange juice. :::sniffle:::
