Piss!
Today was pretty fucking bad as far as days go.
First, I was done with a good portion of my SAT when they made us evacuate the building because of a gas leak. Lots of firetrucks and confusion and eghh. They had to throw our tests out and we're getting a "makeup date" scheduled.
Then, I had my interview at Bonefish. I took this really simple basic math test that you have to pass to prove you're not retarded. They had a girl sorting silverware who had to have some mental disability. Anyways, Matt Shuman hung around where I was taking this employment test and told me how "easy" it was and that I had it in the bag or something. And so the douchey interview guy comes back out like 20 minutes later and is all "Oh, we're sorry, you failed the test. We can't hire you if you can't do basic math." This is fishy because I know how to ADD and I'm in honors calculus. I am positive that I knew how to do all of those questions, too.
So Matt thinks I'm retarded and I don't have a job, either.
Fuck.
Interview at Aerie tomorrow, in the mall. They are, apparently, in desperate need of help. Sigh. This is a sad cycle.
First, I was done with a good portion of my SAT when they made us evacuate the building because of a gas leak. Lots of firetrucks and confusion and eghh. They had to throw our tests out and we're getting a "makeup date" scheduled.
Then, I had my interview at Bonefish. I took this really simple basic math test that you have to pass to prove you're not retarded. They had a girl sorting silverware who had to have some mental disability. Anyways, Matt Shuman hung around where I was taking this employment test and told me how "easy" it was and that I had it in the bag or something. And so the douchey interview guy comes back out like 20 minutes later and is all "Oh, we're sorry, you failed the test. We can't hire you if you can't do basic math." This is fishy because I know how to ADD and I'm in honors calculus. I am positive that I knew how to do all of those questions, too.
So Matt thinks I'm retarded and I don't have a job, either.
Fuck.
Interview at Aerie tomorrow, in the mall. They are, apparently, in desperate need of help. Sigh. This is a sad cycle.