All three of these things have annoyed me today. Lets start with the first.
The interview, possibly the most important interview ive ever been to, and easilly the most stressful. It was COMPLETE shambles. I got a lift to the business park, stuck out on a limb in the middle of nowhere, and i thought i was earliy. It was 9:30 when I got in (no signposts or anything) and listened to the presentation. It was interesting! Course costs money but I knew that, made me even more nervous though because I realize how much I REALLY want this job!
There were two real air hostesses there and boy they looked stunning! I cant wait for that to be me. I spent so long on my outfit today, cos I know about the first impression thing. I mean I even took out my lip ring and nose stud, thats dedication.
But yeah after the talk they chucked us all out into the corridor in our heels and blouses. There was supposed to be a classroom we could sit in but it didnt exist. We stood all huddled in the draughty corridor while they cleared out the room and set it up for interviews. Fair enough. I waited. And I waited. And I did some more quality waiting.
They were doing the interviews alphabetically, by first name. Who does anything by first name?? I mean Im FUCKED either way, and still had to hang around to the bitter end. God there was no where to sit down and rest my feet, no drink and no food or refreshments. Nothing at all to do except make awkward conversation with the others.
I think it was a test. In fact Im sure of it.
Lots of people couldnt take it any longer and left, but i stayed. Determined to get my name in there for a chance. Although the interview lasted all of 3 minutes, and they didnt ask me anything of any value at all.
Basically, describe yourself, how much experience have you got, describe a stressful situation. Thats about it. Not exactly anything to work with. They've allready forgotten me Id wager. I did everything I could, smiling and using posh words and shaking hands and all the jazz. But my pathetic life of working in the bakery, and the co-op doesnt really compare to sun tanned beauties who've worked in holiday camps in malaga.
Inferior much. . . .
On the way home I made some cool friends and shiz. But they're not my friends they're my competition. I wish some of the interview bitches could have seen how quickly I made freinds with randomers, it would have proved some of the things I said were true, and most other people just faked.
Anyway, moving on. I was crying about how rubbish and inexperienced I am compared to everyone else who went for that job. I didnt think I was doing so badly but my world is so small. Some of these people have spent years working abroad for lols and im . . . nothing.
What makes me think they'll want me?
As for the pretentious cunts. A previous entry I wrote attracted some rather dubious characters. You know, the I-have-experienced-so-much-cool-badass-stuff-i-cant-wait-to-tell-you-all-about-it kinda person. I hate people like that, they're too busy trying to tell you in as much detail as they can why you are wrong about something, that they miss the ENTIRE point of the entry. Christ why bother right? |
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