Friday, May 1, 2009
mo' money mo' problems.
Yesterday I started a second job. Moving to Texas has been expensive and I like buying things. I had two options, I could cut back on things or I could make more money. I also have been living here for 7 months and really haven't met anyone that I didn't know before that I hang out with on a consistent basis. I felt that a new career was the way to go. I've been looking for a while and couldn't find any jobs that paid as well as the one I have. So I lowered my expectations and decided I would find a second job to complement my current job. Slowly I realized that a second job that meets my requirements was going to be hard to find. Finally I found this new job. When I signed up for it online I had really no idea what I was signing up for. I knew the amount of money they were offering and that the hours were going to be flexible enough where I could work it around my current job. So over a week ago I went in for an interview. Strangely the interview was at JCPenney's even though I wasn't going to be working for JcPenney's. I assumed that this JcPenney's had some sort of attached offices, but after walking around I realized that it was just a regular JCPenney's. I asked a few clerks who looked at me as if I was retarded and then I decided I would just go sit by the one door I found that said "Personal Only." It was the only door that didn't lead outside or into the back storage. There were also chairs out front so I assumed it was my best bet. Unfortunately it was right next to the bathrooms, so there I sat for 20 minutes staring at the people come in and out of the bathroom. My interview was at 5:30 and now it was 5:40 so just when I decided that I was going to give them 5 more minutes someone walked by and asked if I was here for the interview. So then we went into the meeting room where she said that it was going to be a group interview but I was so far the only person to show up. We waited while a few others arrived and then she said we would start and the others could catch up if they arrived. She then handed us a sheet a paper about the company and read it to us. Afterwards she asked if we had any questions and just then two others arrived. It was at this moment I had my first "uhoh" thought. I looked around the room. Next to me was a man and his girlfriend. He was wearing twelve gold and silver rings and had a gold tooth and looked slightly like Eddie Griffin. He was kind of funny so I guess that's what reminded me of Eddie Griffin...then again I've never thought Eddie Griffin was funny...I dunno. Anyway he's wearing that, his girlfriend is wearing jeans and a shirt, the guy next to her has a t-shirt jean combo, the lady next to him is wearing a polo shirt and jeans, and the interviewer is wearing a polo shirt and khaki's which is apparently the recommend garb. Then there is me. I'm wearing shiny black shoes, black Gucci dress pants, tucked in Eddie Bauer collared shirt, and my hairs all slicked up. When I went there I was thinking, "I am one good looking man." at that moment however I was thinking, "I look like I'm selling timeshares." I had debated whether I needed a tie or not and I'm glad I decided against it. We then started the one on one interviews, which took place outside the meeting room in the hallway...standing. We each took turns and I volunteered to go first as I'm such a brave man. The one on one interview took about 3 minutes. She asked me if I had a car and if I could work weekends...interview over. I then sat in the meeting room while the other interviews went on. Most took for some reason around 10 minutes, but one lady took 20 minutes. Afterwards she gave us some paperwork which we were to take home but I had filled out before she finished reading to us once again. She then told us to look for an email or phone call stating when our training would be. And that was that...I was hired. It was a strange interview, but so far the people I've met seem really nice.
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3 comments:
so what job is it?
Yeah! You left out a minor detail...
gigolo...
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