update on previous frustrated entry
So, after playing phone tag for most of today, the lady at the Birmingham YMCA finally called me back. Apparently they're behind in their process because she was moving offices and has yet to get a hold of the women who are running the day camp program who will be giving me my second interview. Seems like I'm still in the running, which is optimistic.
But, I found out after calling the Royal Oak YMCA where I also put in an application that they have misplaced it. Misplaced what took me three weeks to put together because I needed three reference forms. They said they'd look for it, but I'm ticked anyway. I wrote a cover letter, included my resume and the three reference forms and they lost the damn thing.
I hope Birmingham hires me. I just want to know that i have a job before i move home for the summer. That and in a moment of desperation I called the new Beaners that's opening near my house. The guy who answered the phone was the usual corporate cock-sucker who told me, "yeah, we're looking for the best possible people for the job." It's serving coffee. It always was just that. Best possible people, I just threw up in my mouth.
It's like I told Tiffany about Joe, the douche who made me lose my job: Well, he may still work there, but at the end of this ordeal, I get a college degree.
And I'm hawt in a tuxedo.
But, I found out after calling the Royal Oak YMCA where I also put in an application that they have misplaced it. Misplaced what took me three weeks to put together because I needed three reference forms. They said they'd look for it, but I'm ticked anyway. I wrote a cover letter, included my resume and the three reference forms and they lost the damn thing.
I hope Birmingham hires me. I just want to know that i have a job before i move home for the summer. That and in a moment of desperation I called the new Beaners that's opening near my house. The guy who answered the phone was the usual corporate cock-sucker who told me, "yeah, we're looking for the best possible people for the job." It's serving coffee. It always was just that. Best possible people, I just threw up in my mouth.
It's like I told Tiffany about Joe, the douche who made me lose my job: Well, he may still work there, but at the end of this ordeal, I get a college degree.
And I'm hawt in a tuxedo.