Sucking sucks.
Good news first, I guess: I bought a car! A beautiful '91 Mirage, four doors, in the loveliest shade of light blue-green I've ever seen. All I need now is a driver's license, heh. But at least now I have a car I can drive around and practice in.
Now, for the bad, bad news.
I've been going to the mall for almost two weeks now, handing out resumés wherever I can. Among the places I went to where GameStop, K-Mart and a bookstore called 100 Años. Now, of all the places I've dreamt of working in lies the bookstore. I've always wanted to work in a bookstore. So, naturally, where did they have to call me from? The BOOKSTORE! I was pissed! I was in school when mother called and said they had left a message for an interview at 2pm. I ended up leaving early to the mall. I was a disaster; I wasn't dressed right, I was completely unprepared.
The interview sucked, and it was eternal. I didn't feel nervous but my responses were all mediocre. It was the very fact that I love books and I love to read that ruined everything, because in my opinion it made it seem like I was trying too hard. At the end they asked me: "How would you sell this book?" And I couldn't think of anything, and I rambled and in the end everything was so simple. They said "We'll call you" which basically said "you sucked, goodbye". Why couldn't it had been some other store? Why did it have to be my DREAM STORE, so I could blow all my chances? So I could be eternally frustrated? I wish I never handed in my resumé at that fucking bookstore - seriously. Now all my faint hopes are to be placed in GameStop.
There was another thing, but I forgot. Oh well.
Now, for the bad, bad news.
I've been going to the mall for almost two weeks now, handing out resumés wherever I can. Among the places I went to where GameStop, K-Mart and a bookstore called 100 Años. Now, of all the places I've dreamt of working in lies the bookstore. I've always wanted to work in a bookstore. So, naturally, where did they have to call me from? The BOOKSTORE! I was pissed! I was in school when mother called and said they had left a message for an interview at 2pm. I ended up leaving early to the mall. I was a disaster; I wasn't dressed right, I was completely unprepared.
The interview sucked, and it was eternal. I didn't feel nervous but my responses were all mediocre. It was the very fact that I love books and I love to read that ruined everything, because in my opinion it made it seem like I was trying too hard. At the end they asked me: "How would you sell this book?" And I couldn't think of anything, and I rambled and in the end everything was so simple. They said "We'll call you" which basically said "you sucked, goodbye". Why couldn't it had been some other store? Why did it have to be my DREAM STORE, so I could blow all my chances? So I could be eternally frustrated? I wish I never handed in my resumé at that fucking bookstore - seriously. Now all my faint hopes are to be placed in GameStop.
There was another thing, but I forgot. Oh well.