Michael is Leadership material!
To be entirely frank, I was not entirely invested in getting the promotion. I figured I'd apply, see where it got me, and take the interview experience. I started working at Sierra Summit in October of 2000, it was my first real job. In early 2002, I applied to be a Blue Shirt (the student manager position). Part of the application process was a one page essay. What follows is the rough draft of my essay. The final version was in colour, because PROFESSIONALISM!
I still hold a grudge against Tom, the assistant manager of Sierra Summit, because he called my essay Infantile. Juvenile or Immature I would have been fine with, but I object to his characterization of my effort.
Yes, I felt the need to assert this at the beginning of my essay. Perhaps I was worried that there were doubts.
"Odd little" just sounded better than "funny"
Boo work!
Sierra Summit is gone now, so you'll just have to take my word for it that it was built like a fortress with a portcullis.
And there's the mandatory Nixon reference.
I'm not exaggerating much here. The dish room was awful. My least favourite station at Summit.
No, I never had to scrub the floor on hands and knees. We had mop type things.
I am not quite as accident prone as I present myself in these pictures. I can't recall ever burning myself in the fryer oil.
I did, however, burn myself on the grill and the grill press (it was a heated metal plate that could be lowered down onto the grill) a number of times. Mostly because that's the station I cleaned most often.
I clothed myself, but I couldn't be bothered to draw clothes on all the customers.
That's my tongue stuck to an ice cream mixing stone. That's never happened either. I can't say I've ever gotten my tongue stuck to anything. Not pictured: Working at the sandwich station, the pizza station, or the stir fry station.
Even if they did sell TNT in barrels, I probably couldn't carry one around like that. That's got to be an aluminum/magnesium balloon filled with hydrogen, not TNT at all.
If you can't tell, I'm taking apart a coffee machine to clean it there. There is coffee spilling out of it because I didn't empty it first.
This would never happen. I know well enough to shut the water off before I start trying to take a faucet apart.
I didn't know where to go from here, so I decided to start quoting "When you're a professional pirate" from Muppet Treasure Island. I don't know what happened to the commas, or if I remembered to add them in the final draft.
I really am.
I still hold a grudge against Tom, the assistant manager of Sierra Summit, because he called my essay Infantile. Juvenile or Immature I would have been fine with, but I object to his characterization of my effort.
Yes, I felt the need to assert this at the beginning of my essay. Perhaps I was worried that there were doubts.
"Odd little" just sounded better than "funny"
Boo work!
Sierra Summit is gone now, so you'll just have to take my word for it that it was built like a fortress with a portcullis.
And there's the mandatory Nixon reference.
I'm not exaggerating much here. The dish room was awful. My least favourite station at Summit.
No, I never had to scrub the floor on hands and knees. We had mop type things.
I am not quite as accident prone as I present myself in these pictures. I can't recall ever burning myself in the fryer oil.
I did, however, burn myself on the grill and the grill press (it was a heated metal plate that could be lowered down onto the grill) a number of times. Mostly because that's the station I cleaned most often.
I clothed myself, but I couldn't be bothered to draw clothes on all the customers.
That's my tongue stuck to an ice cream mixing stone. That's never happened either. I can't say I've ever gotten my tongue stuck to anything. Not pictured: Working at the sandwich station, the pizza station, or the stir fry station.
Even if they did sell TNT in barrels, I probably couldn't carry one around like that. That's got to be an aluminum/magnesium balloon filled with hydrogen, not TNT at all.
If you can't tell, I'm taking apart a coffee machine to clean it there. There is coffee spilling out of it because I didn't empty it first.
This would never happen. I know well enough to shut the water off before I start trying to take a faucet apart.
I didn't know where to go from here, so I decided to start quoting "When you're a professional pirate" from Muppet Treasure Island. I don't know what happened to the commas, or if I remembered to add them in the final draft.
I really am.