I am, I am (I am, I am)
I only just got back from the west coast, and already I have gotten a job, stayed up past my bedtime several nights in a row, and have finally seen Nacho Libre. In other words, I'm as tight as poop-on-a-stick.
I began work at Starbucks perimeter pointe yesterday at 7:00. The day before that I happened to check the missed calls on our home phone (our stupid answering machine decided not to work while we were away) and apparently people finally wanted me to work for them. Two different stores that bear the picture of that great green sea goddess of coffee had called me about interviewing. I called them both back and found out that they were the one by Marist and the one by the theater. The manager of the one by Marist never called me back, but I was invited to be interviewed at the other.
Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting, rather nervously, in the store waiting for the manager to exit the bathroom so that my question session could begin. Man, those were impossible questions. They were stuff like - what would you do in such and such a situation, describe who and how you are, who's your favorite superhero - you know, difficult as hell questions. I was thrilled when I learned that I made the cut.
So the past two days have seen me do practically little with coffee, but rather take more than a couple of hours to learn how to operate the cash register - not my fault, big-shot-cash-register-er-man, Tom. But, it looks sweet. I have 32 hours scheduled for next week, so drop by (check my facebook for my schedule).
Well, that was a poorly written excuse for me to try and stay on your friend lists. I'm surprised (though I shouldn't be) that no one left a comment on my last entry, but that won't stop me from leaving you with another link...
it's that I am, I am song from Nacho Libre:
Religious Man - Mr. Loco
http://www.myspace.com/mrlocomusic
I began work at Starbucks perimeter pointe yesterday at 7:00. The day before that I happened to check the missed calls on our home phone (our stupid answering machine decided not to work while we were away) and apparently people finally wanted me to work for them. Two different stores that bear the picture of that great green sea goddess of coffee had called me about interviewing. I called them both back and found out that they were the one by Marist and the one by the theater. The manager of the one by Marist never called me back, but I was invited to be interviewed at the other.
Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting, rather nervously, in the store waiting for the manager to exit the bathroom so that my question session could begin. Man, those were impossible questions. They were stuff like - what would you do in such and such a situation, describe who and how you are, who's your favorite superhero - you know, difficult as hell questions. I was thrilled when I learned that I made the cut.
So the past two days have seen me do practically little with coffee, but rather take more than a couple of hours to learn how to operate the cash register - not my fault, big-shot-cash-register-er-man, Tom. But, it looks sweet. I have 32 hours scheduled for next week, so drop by (check my facebook for my schedule).
Well, that was a poorly written excuse for me to try and stay on your friend lists. I'm surprised (though I shouldn't be) that no one left a comment on my last entry, but that won't stop me from leaving you with another link...
it's that I am, I am song from Nacho Libre:
Religious Man - Mr. Loco
http://www.myspace.com/mrlocomusic