Failure
The man never smiled. On top of that, he had lined up seven people for the same time slot, so therefore he only spent about seven minutes on me---and this was interviewing for a job for the department of defense, in Germany (this is the part where if I had time I'd babble on about how I feel like shit even applying for a job with the goddamn "department" of "defense.") This was perhaps the worst job interview I've ever been to, save one where I tried to get a job at a video store, and thought the manager's favorite movie was shit. The look on my face told all: there was no way I could love one who loved "Independance Day." At least for its art.
I supposed when faced with the fact that out of 136 applicants, hes only picking 40---my opinion is probably a little swayed by reality, however, except for having a place to live in Europe, that job had absolutely no meaning to me. It was a job being a hotel attendant, cleaning dishes, toilets, beds...etc. The really luky ones got to sit desk. The housing was supposed to be free, but then the man said they were going to instate a 100 dollar fee. Which makes the free housing thing pointless. Yes, I'm really dissapointed that now its going to be quite a bitch trying to live in the EU someday, unless I marry someone with citizenship, or something, but man, 13 months of scraping ambassator's crap off of the toilet seat? I don't know how well that would have gone. Yes, yes, living in Europe is probably pretty high up on my list of Kimberly Dreams, under publishing books of poems and writing for renowned magazines.
I guess I could get hired. Perhaps.
My other option is with the science museum, teaching people stronomy at the planmetarium. Thats an amazing job, but again I don't know if I'd get it, it pays so poorly---but the interview was great.
There is no way, no jesting, that I will be able to afford to live. I suppose I will now begin the process of finding three jobs, or at least working the shit shift at some factory to get money.
I'm moving in September, unless somehow I get an absolutely amazing job in Boston---Portland, Oregon is almost as cool as Europe, right?
I supposed when faced with the fact that out of 136 applicants, hes only picking 40---my opinion is probably a little swayed by reality, however, except for having a place to live in Europe, that job had absolutely no meaning to me. It was a job being a hotel attendant, cleaning dishes, toilets, beds...etc. The really luky ones got to sit desk. The housing was supposed to be free, but then the man said they were going to instate a 100 dollar fee. Which makes the free housing thing pointless. Yes, I'm really dissapointed that now its going to be quite a bitch trying to live in the EU someday, unless I marry someone with citizenship, or something, but man, 13 months of scraping ambassator's crap off of the toilet seat? I don't know how well that would have gone. Yes, yes, living in Europe is probably pretty high up on my list of Kimberly Dreams, under publishing books of poems and writing for renowned magazines.
I guess I could get hired. Perhaps.
My other option is with the science museum, teaching people stronomy at the planmetarium. Thats an amazing job, but again I don't know if I'd get it, it pays so poorly---but the interview was great.
There is no way, no jesting, that I will be able to afford to live. I suppose I will now begin the process of finding three jobs, or at least working the shit shift at some factory to get money.
I'm moving in September, unless somehow I get an absolutely amazing job in Boston---Portland, Oregon is almost as cool as Europe, right?