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After putting off calling in to ask for an interview, I finally did it and the chick said: "Come in at 4:45 today."
And I was like: ...O_< okay.
I went in and the owner (who by the way IS SO YOUNG, IT'S FREAKY!!) talked with me and such.
And he either dissed me twice - once about my accent and the second time about my memory. Lol.
If he didn't diss me, then he said I had a Kiwi accent. I couldn't really catch it since the music was pretty loud where I we were and it had hit the crescendo mark just as he said it.
But anyway, better Kiwi accent over Australian anyday. XD In amongst a bunch of New Zealanders, that is.
He told me to go in for a trial on Thursday (let's not get ahead of ourselves, this might not be a definite job offer) to be shown around... and he said I'd start off doing dishes (and I was like: REALLY??!! SCORE~!!! Because getting paid to stand around and playing with water is better than walking around and burning myself.
Also, I should be a bit worried that I was grinning like a freak not because of the possible job ffer, but because the guy was hot.
Like I said to siee, he is going to be, hopefully my future money machine generator, not my lawfully wedded husband.
Oh the kids he'd have...
ANYWAY, I think it's my awesomeness St John stuff that he offered me a trial. He asked me how long I've been doing that St John thing (his words) and I said: Oh wow... four... five years?
And he was like: Awesome, it'll definitely come in handy. We do get quite a bit of cut fingers so you'll be the one able to deal with it.
And I was like: HOLY FUCK. SHIT. >_> I didn't come to the interview expecting to be given a job bandaging his employees. Haha! But hot damn, that'd be a good position! XD
Of course, in my mind!
Exactly what St Jon taught me, to stand around and do nothing other than to look pretty and look like I'm being useful.
Apparently it's my dad's birthday (again, wtf?) and we're going to dinner tonight. Over in Henderson. I cry for my stomach. T__T I feel so full just THINKING about it. WTF?
And I was like: ...O_< okay.
I went in and the owner (who by the way IS SO YOUNG, IT'S FREAKY!!) talked with me and such.
And he either dissed me twice - once about my accent and the second time about my memory. Lol.
If he didn't diss me, then he said I had a Kiwi accent. I couldn't really catch it since the music was pretty loud where I we were and it had hit the crescendo mark just as he said it.
But anyway, better Kiwi accent over Australian anyday. XD In amongst a bunch of New Zealanders, that is.
He told me to go in for a trial on Thursday (let's not get ahead of ourselves, this might not be a definite job offer) to be shown around... and he said I'd start off doing dishes (and I was like: REALLY??!! SCORE~!!! Because getting paid to stand around and playing with water is better than walking around and burning myself.
Also, I should be a bit worried that I was grinning like a freak not because of the possible job ffer, but because the guy was hot.
Like I said to siee, he is going to be, hopefully my future money machine generator, not my lawfully wedded husband.
Oh the kids he'd have...
ANYWAY, I think it's my awesomeness St John stuff that he offered me a trial. He asked me how long I've been doing that St John thing (his words) and I said: Oh wow... four... five years?
And he was like: Awesome, it'll definitely come in handy. We do get quite a bit of cut fingers so you'll be the one able to deal with it.
And I was like: HOLY FUCK. SHIT. >_> I didn't come to the interview expecting to be given a job bandaging his employees. Haha! But hot damn, that'd be a good position! XD
Of course, in my mind!
Exactly what St Jon taught me, to stand around and do nothing other than to look pretty and look like I'm being useful.
Apparently it's my dad's birthday (again, wtf?) and we're going to dinner tonight. Over in Henderson. I cry for my stomach. T__T I feel so full just THINKING about it. WTF?