Keep my application!
My father can now go to Lebanon (possibly forever) knowing that I at least tried to get a job. This isn’t counting the 500 other times he didn’t acknowledge my efforts of filling out applications at stores and applying online – afterwards taking these dumb quizzes for the job with questions like “WHAT WUD U DO IF U HAS A CASTAMER N U DNT UNDERSTEND THAM????”
And the questions are like ALL THE SAME. IT’S like a freakin TRAP. It’s like they WANT you to get them wrong. If I were to make the options they’d be like:
A) Apologize to the customer and ask their 5 year old if they can communicate in replacement of their mother/father
B) Ask them if you can get their parole officer’s number so they can translate
C) Speak spanish and just go along with it, say GRACIAS alot
D) Suggest they go to another store – preferably in a different mall – in a different country
E) JUMP OUT THE COUNTER AND ATTACK!!!!!
F) Stare and say “yeah, and how did that make you feel????”
Of course all these options would be right cause it’s kinda hard picking just one. I think I should design the bar exam.
Anyway, my friend calls me up and tells me that there will be this group interview at the store I applied to a few months earlier. She works there, and she’s been trying to get me a job there. Last time I applied they didn’t really call me back, so I figured, why try again? But…I pushed that aside and figured that if they actually got to meet me and see how I am, they’d like me and MAYBE – just MAYBEE I would prevail…
I really do want a job, so I guess you can say I’ll try anything. Well, gees, not anything…it has to be within the law.
Okay, whatever, between the first few amendments. I’m willing to bend the other ones. You know 2-22 and I’m not even sure if that makes a diff BUT O WELL :$
So anyway I’m thinking this group interview thing will be a huge room where we all sit around in a circle and they ask us questions. Well I think I’ve been watching knights of the round table for too long because it wasn’t like that at all. They made us wait outside the store at the mall until 4 and then called us all in and we had to stand in a long line and wait to be personally interviewed right then and there. We didn’t even sit, we just waited til it was our turn, ran to the table and began talking.
There were tons and tons of girls applying. I can honestly tell you, I was not intimidated, or scared. I was confident in myself and my own skills. It was weird. For once, I felt like there was nothing to lose, and this ‘competition’ didn’t phase me. There was no weave pulling or cat fights, just a bunch of girls waiting in line, forever.
I didn’t get nervous until it was my turn. When the guy in front of me was done, I went up there: and I talked. I talked like I saw some friends from high school – and they loved me! The girls were so adorable (probably shouldnt be calling the managers adorable hahahah) and fun and they reminded me of myself. The first thing they did when I began talking was say
“HOLD ON let me put KEEP on your application”
They asked me when I could begin working and I replied,
“Anytime! If you wanted you could call me up CHRISTMAS DAY and be like COME TO WORK and I WILL BE THERE”
Which I think won them over!??!? Hahaaaaa. They laughed and said,
“We’re not even gonna lie, but we’re SO set on you! We’re not gonna waste your time, but you’re so good for this job, expect a call”
They discussed hours with me and even the days I can work and…well, gees, it was fantastic. I was kind of shocked because they seemed to have a good time with all the other girls and I thought they really had choices in their mind already. Apparently I was just too awesome!?!? :D
Now I’m waiting on that call. My phone WILL BE ATATTCHED TO ME and I’m never turning it off. I don’t care if I’m on a freakin plane and they have that dumb computer lady all up in the speakers like TURN OFF UR PHONE OR ELSE WE GON HAVE PROBLEMZ IN DA SKY!!!!
IM KEEPING THAT THING ON.
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Name's Jessica Kobeissi. I'm 22, Lebanese, Muslim, awesome & live in Detroit. I'm an artist - but I can't draw. I'm a Graphic Design major.
I also have tried lots of times to get a job but it’s most of the time really hard to get a good one. I hope for you are going to get that job :) – Greetz, DieX (Timo)
Timo (DieX) posted this October 22 * #