Shave and a haircut
In my search for a job I recently applied at a local grocery store. I got a call back this last Wednesday and was told the time for my follow up interview (this previous Friday at noon.) I went down to pick up a fat packet of papers to read and fill out as well as a sizable stack of employee manuals. In the process of filling them out I had to wonder if I was still being considered as much as this was just their way of saying, "You're hired as long as you clear the drug test."
When Friday rolled around I had killed off the last of the paperwork and only had one thing left that needed doing: getting my hair cut. I didn't really know how I wanted to get it cut, but I knew that my prospective employer has strict rules regarding dress and grooming so I followed those guidelines and had my stylist suggest some styles while I looked through one of those books full of pictures of hairstyles. She sold me on one after a minute or two of looking over the choices, and I'm hoping I don't look like too much of a dork with it. Well, comparatively to my previous hairstyle or lack there of. I was glad to find out that I did have enough hair to donate to Locks for Love, so not only do I get to help someone out but I also got a free haircut.
After all of the crap leading up to the second interview I had expected this to be something very significant, but it was simply a three and a half hour wait to sign more papers and pee in a cup. The video on Harassment was interesting though, mainly in that I had to fight the urge to laugh at the general style used to get the point across. It consisted of about four to five shorts where people of different minorities were harassed and then cut to a monologue of them voicing how much being harassed hurt them in a close-up shot with a slow piano tune in the background. So now I'm just waiting to hear back from them after the company gets the results of my drug test. I would be more optimistic due to the fact that I have never touched drugs in my life, but since life has a funny way of finding ways to shit on me I won't be too surprised if something goes wrong.
When Friday rolled around I had killed off the last of the paperwork and only had one thing left that needed doing: getting my hair cut. I didn't really know how I wanted to get it cut, but I knew that my prospective employer has strict rules regarding dress and grooming so I followed those guidelines and had my stylist suggest some styles while I looked through one of those books full of pictures of hairstyles. She sold me on one after a minute or two of looking over the choices, and I'm hoping I don't look like too much of a dork with it. Well, comparatively to my previous hairstyle or lack there of. I was glad to find out that I did have enough hair to donate to Locks for Love, so not only do I get to help someone out but I also got a free haircut.
After all of the crap leading up to the second interview I had expected this to be something very significant, but it was simply a three and a half hour wait to sign more papers and pee in a cup. The video on Harassment was interesting though, mainly in that I had to fight the urge to laugh at the general style used to get the point across. It consisted of about four to five shorts where people of different minorities were harassed and then cut to a monologue of them voicing how much being harassed hurt them in a close-up shot with a slow piano tune in the background. So now I'm just waiting to hear back from them after the company gets the results of my drug test. I would be more optimistic due to the fact that I have never touched drugs in my life, but since life has a funny way of finding ways to shit on me I won't be too surprised if something goes wrong.