I am slowly going crazy...1,2,3,4,5,6 SWITCH!...
...Going crazy slowly am I 6,5,4,3,2,1 SWITCH! etc...
WARNING: LONG POST ABOUT MOST SHITTEOUS DAY IN THE HISTORY OF SHITTEOUS DAYS!
Had an interview Tuesday...Totally fucking bombed it.
It started out poorly right off the bat. I get there, she starts looking at my resume and information and says "Oh, I see you were applying for the assistant managers job." I said "Yes." She says "Oh...well we already filled that position a while ago...we're only hiring for part-time sales. Didn't they tell you that on the phone?" No. Of course they didn't. So right away there's an awkward silence as she realizes she's probably wasting her time as well as mine.
NOTE: I am terrible with interviews. I usually get so nervous that I freeze up and stumble over my words. This time I wasn't nervous at all. I had spent the last three days researching the company, looking online for interview tips and common questions, and filling out a little worksheet for myself to practice my answers to these questions so I knew what I would say. They are common things like "What experience do you have? Why did you leave your last job? 3 strengths/weaknesses etc. I even had AMAZING questions to ask at the end of the interview as to stand out from the rest of the applicants.)
So she proceeds with the interview anyway. And she gives me the managment interview! After she already said the position has been filled. So I am thrown off a little but I collected my thoughts and forged ahead. Then...of course...she doesn't ask me a single question I had studied for...NOT ONE! Not even 'What experience do you have?' She asked me tons of fucking rediculous questions like "What does teamwork mean to you?", "How would you motivate the team?" and "How would your teamwork skills benefit the business?" INCREDIBLE! So I fucking bombed it..I know it. I tried to think on the spot but my bullshit skills are sub-par at best. I can't even remember what I answered to most of them. I was so upset after the interview was over. I just walked around the mall in a daze of confusion thinking "What the fuck? How could this happen? I was so prepared, I even researched the company..." So now I have no idea what the fuck I am going to do.
Oh, but my day does not end like this dear readers...Oh no!
So I get a macha bomb to cheer myself up a little and go to Zhers to do some groceries, just a few things. I get my groceries. I forgot I was to be taking the bus home and I bought a case of water. Grrr...now I realize I have to somehow carry all my bags and my case of water home. So I trek into the mall and decide I will open the water and put the individual water bottles into the other bags. This does not work. There are too many. So I push my cart in and out of stores pleading for plastic bags. Coles gives me some really big ones. So I load up my water into the bag (I double bagged it). I feel a little better having solved this mini-crisis. I wander out to the bus platform. There is a bus. The Brock bus. I ask the driver (The really friendly bald guy who always wears sunglasses) when the next bus is coming. He says "In a minute or two at the platform in front of me." So I toddle off with my cart to wait for the bus. It is just turning the corner. She pulls up and lots of people get off, people start loading on and I start to gather my bags. I am about 5 feet from the front door and I yell "Oh! Wait! I'm just getting my bags!" She looks at me puts her wrist up and taps on it and drives away. She was at the platform all of 20 seconds TOPS! So now I am standing there in the freezing cold with all of my bags looking confused. A bag breaks. At this point I'm ready to just burst into tears because I'm emotional like that. I don't. I return my bags to the cart and go back to the other bus driver and he says "Why didn't you get on the bus?" I told him what happened and asked if he had the number for the complaints department. He gives me the number and says "You should definately call when you get home. That's completely unacceptable. What time is it?" "3:43...When does the next one come?" "Another one is coming in about 10 minutes. But make sure you call that number."
So I wander off over to the Bay and call a cab because I just want to go home at this point.
So I get home and sulk for a little while. Then do some house stuff like put groceries away and fold some boxes and put them outside. about 10 minutes later a huge gust of wind blew the boxes all over the road...so I had to go out and pick them all up. Then I sulked for the next 4 hours.
Like I said...the most shitteous day in the history of shitteous days.
WARNING: LONG POST ABOUT MOST SHITTEOUS DAY IN THE HISTORY OF SHITTEOUS DAYS!
Had an interview Tuesday...Totally fucking bombed it.
It started out poorly right off the bat. I get there, she starts looking at my resume and information and says "Oh, I see you were applying for the assistant managers job." I said "Yes." She says "Oh...well we already filled that position a while ago...we're only hiring for part-time sales. Didn't they tell you that on the phone?" No. Of course they didn't. So right away there's an awkward silence as she realizes she's probably wasting her time as well as mine.
NOTE: I am terrible with interviews. I usually get so nervous that I freeze up and stumble over my words. This time I wasn't nervous at all. I had spent the last three days researching the company, looking online for interview tips and common questions, and filling out a little worksheet for myself to practice my answers to these questions so I knew what I would say. They are common things like "What experience do you have? Why did you leave your last job? 3 strengths/weaknesses etc. I even had AMAZING questions to ask at the end of the interview as to stand out from the rest of the applicants.)
So she proceeds with the interview anyway. And she gives me the managment interview! After she already said the position has been filled. So I am thrown off a little but I collected my thoughts and forged ahead. Then...of course...she doesn't ask me a single question I had studied for...NOT ONE! Not even 'What experience do you have?' She asked me tons of fucking rediculous questions like "What does teamwork mean to you?", "How would you motivate the team?" and "How would your teamwork skills benefit the business?" INCREDIBLE! So I fucking bombed it..I know it. I tried to think on the spot but my bullshit skills are sub-par at best. I can't even remember what I answered to most of them. I was so upset after the interview was over. I just walked around the mall in a daze of confusion thinking "What the fuck? How could this happen? I was so prepared, I even researched the company..." So now I have no idea what the fuck I am going to do.
Oh, but my day does not end like this dear readers...Oh no!
So I get a macha bomb to cheer myself up a little and go to Zhers to do some groceries, just a few things. I get my groceries. I forgot I was to be taking the bus home and I bought a case of water. Grrr...now I realize I have to somehow carry all my bags and my case of water home. So I trek into the mall and decide I will open the water and put the individual water bottles into the other bags. This does not work. There are too many. So I push my cart in and out of stores pleading for plastic bags. Coles gives me some really big ones. So I load up my water into the bag (I double bagged it). I feel a little better having solved this mini-crisis. I wander out to the bus platform. There is a bus. The Brock bus. I ask the driver (The really friendly bald guy who always wears sunglasses) when the next bus is coming. He says "In a minute or two at the platform in front of me." So I toddle off with my cart to wait for the bus. It is just turning the corner. She pulls up and lots of people get off, people start loading on and I start to gather my bags. I am about 5 feet from the front door and I yell "Oh! Wait! I'm just getting my bags!" She looks at me puts her wrist up and taps on it and drives away. She was at the platform all of 20 seconds TOPS! So now I am standing there in the freezing cold with all of my bags looking confused. A bag breaks. At this point I'm ready to just burst into tears because I'm emotional like that. I don't. I return my bags to the cart and go back to the other bus driver and he says "Why didn't you get on the bus?" I told him what happened and asked if he had the number for the complaints department. He gives me the number and says "You should definately call when you get home. That's completely unacceptable. What time is it?" "3:43...When does the next one come?" "Another one is coming in about 10 minutes. But make sure you call that number."
So I wander off over to the Bay and call a cab because I just want to go home at this point.
So I get home and sulk for a little while. Then do some house stuff like put groceries away and fold some boxes and put them outside. about 10 minutes later a huge gust of wind blew the boxes all over the road...so I had to go out and pick them all up. Then I sulked for the next 4 hours.
Like I said...the most shitteous day in the history of shitteous days.