WTF? Am I living in the Twilight Zone?
The ad in the paper said:
Yeah, the place was far away, but everything around here is far away. Where else am I going to find a job while the kids are at school?
I called and I set up an interview for 10:00 today.
After squeezing my fat ass into a skirt I haven’t worn for five years and driving an hour, my car overheating the whole time, it was a big waste of time!
She tells me that it’s housekeeping for timeshares, she explains what a timeshare is and says at first, I’ll just be helping another housekeeper, but if I’m clean and fast, I’ll get my very own buliding!
I was with her, so far.
She says the hours are Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday 9:30 to 6:00.
I said, “Oh, I was under the impression that it was during the week, while the kids were at school.”
She says “They are at school, on Wednesdays. Did the ad say anything about weekends off?”
I said “No, I just thought that since it said, work whlie the kids are at school, those were the hours you had.”
She says “We’re a resort, you should have known better.”
Well, I didn’t.
I just thanked her and left.
What a fucking waste.