I just got back from what was supposed to be a job interview. But, guess what? The manager scheduled my interview on her day off. Yes, her day off. Oh yeah, I’m going to love this job. Maybe I can con her out of some overtime or something. “Yes, Peg, I was scheduled to work today.”
Anyway, I took the tests today. (Math test and a test to show if one is biased.) Easy, zipped right through them, didn’t even show my work on the math test, will probably get accused of cheating or something, don’t care. The bias test was actually very entertaining. There were statements and you just X’d “Yes”, “?”, or “No”, to show if you agreed with the statment. Fifty or so of those, but really only 4 different statements worded differently to “throw me off”. Heh.
So, I’m done with those. I have to go back tomorrow for the actual interview. Yippee, skippy. I wonder if Peg will actually be there. I really want to get this over with and find out if I have a job or not.
But uh, good luck and all Silver Fire. You know, you can feel free to shake your booty too. Don’t hold back on my account. In fact, maybe I could choreograph a little something for the two of you to do together . . .
Well, now there’s no possible way for you to look bad. You could show up an hour late and they really couldn’t complain. Of course, you probably don’t wanna do that…
Funny interview story: a friend of mine (fellow cyclist) recently had a job interview. She biked to it, and arrived about half an hour early because she wanted to cool down beforehand, so she wouldn’t get all sweaty during the interview. She put on some nice shoes and put a short dress on over her biking clothes, and then went in, looking perfectly normal… almost. About fifteen minutes into it, the interviewer told her that it was okay for her to take off her helmet!
LOL, zyzz! I’d be so humiliated if I were her! At least she got the job…
The funny thing about Peg is, when my sister had her interview, Peg had forgotten about it until my sister actually showed up. She’s going to be a great supervisor!
damn, that sucks. At least they told you right away–I had an interview a while back that they waited 2 1/2 weeks to tell me I didn’t get it. Pissed me off.
Don’t get down, just try again–nothing else to do really.
If I had a dollar for every job I didn’t get… well I probably still wouldn’t be a wealthy man, cause it would have been blown partying, but I would have had a lot of fun partying… Don’t worry about it dear, you’ll find a new one.
