"I want the knife"
I now have something I feel like talking about.
Today I had an interview. No big deal, nothing psych related, just customer service (or so it seemed..) Let's start with the train ride there. I wore my navy blue wool RL pea coat. As I'm sure all of you know wool attracts lint and other random unwanted crap like B2K attracts hoochies-in-training. So I'm sitting on the train when all of a sudden a woman in this multicolored tweed, stringy...... mess comes on the train. I got scared when I saw her standing near one of the doors. The train was crowded and I knew if I had to leave near the door she was near I'd have to rub up against that technicolored squirrel fur coat of hers. I started wishing that a member of PETA would get on the train and pour red paint on that godawful thing and put it out of it's misery. Luckily she sat down before my stop and the other side's set of doors opened so I avoided that punk rock rat fur coat of hers.
Then when I get to the place (which is like a hole in the wall) there's a big group of people sitting in this one area waiting to be screened before they give us the company schpeel. So there's about three people "in charge" of us. Don't you hate that one person who takes their menial job WAY too seriously? Like they're in charge of the pencils and will regulate on those pencils like they're a cop and the pencils are gold bricks? Well there was one cat there with this look of urgency in his face over the chairs and their arrangement. You would think the fate of the company depended on how many chairs were out and where they were place.
So anyhoo I got the job, but I don't think I want it. It's selling knives. I mean really.... Selling knives? No thank you. I'm black. The people I network with are black. No black folk gonna buy $400 knives when they can get 5 for $1 at the "dolla sto." And why do you need to have a knife that cuts through leather ANYway? When am I gonna need to cut through my sneakers? Will I ever really get the urge to slice through my Nikes, THEN use that mug for a sandwich? And in the demonstration for the knives the owner cut a dime. WHEN will I ever need to cut a damn dime??? Or a penny? Will I ever really need change for a penny? As long as my knife can cut chicken breasts, veggies and a penis (if need be) everything is cool.
Today I had an interview. No big deal, nothing psych related, just customer service (or so it seemed..) Let's start with the train ride there. I wore my navy blue wool RL pea coat. As I'm sure all of you know wool attracts lint and other random unwanted crap like B2K attracts hoochies-in-training. So I'm sitting on the train when all of a sudden a woman in this multicolored tweed, stringy...... mess comes on the train. I got scared when I saw her standing near one of the doors. The train was crowded and I knew if I had to leave near the door she was near I'd have to rub up against that technicolored squirrel fur coat of hers. I started wishing that a member of PETA would get on the train and pour red paint on that godawful thing and put it out of it's misery. Luckily she sat down before my stop and the other side's set of doors opened so I avoided that punk rock rat fur coat of hers.
Then when I get to the place (which is like a hole in the wall) there's a big group of people sitting in this one area waiting to be screened before they give us the company schpeel. So there's about three people "in charge" of us. Don't you hate that one person who takes their menial job WAY too seriously? Like they're in charge of the pencils and will regulate on those pencils like they're a cop and the pencils are gold bricks? Well there was one cat there with this look of urgency in his face over the chairs and their arrangement. You would think the fate of the company depended on how many chairs were out and where they were place.
So anyhoo I got the job, but I don't think I want it. It's selling knives. I mean really.... Selling knives? No thank you. I'm black. The people I network with are black. No black folk gonna buy $400 knives when they can get 5 for $1 at the "dolla sto." And why do you need to have a knife that cuts through leather ANYway? When am I gonna need to cut through my sneakers? Will I ever really get the urge to slice through my Nikes, THEN use that mug for a sandwich? And in the demonstration for the knives the owner cut a dime. WHEN will I ever need to cut a damn dime??? Or a penny? Will I ever really need change for a penny? As long as my knife can cut chicken breasts, veggies and a penis (if need be) everything is cool.