well... last night this lady who looked like she could have been our mother, smelled like gin & tonis with a splash of pineapple, and was the biggest honkey i have ever seen outside of disneyland came in and was like "do you have applications?" no. just bring in a resume. "oh. how much does the job pay?" Im not sure. that will be discussed after you have been CHOSEN. "Whats a resume?" uhh... its... a resume (absolutely retarded over the fact that this older woman doesnt know what a resume is) "do you get benefits?" Ma'am. look around. this is a very tiny shop. run by one lady. now, if this was the gap, that might be a different story. "Well i was a nurse for 30 years. I'm jus lookin for a nice place to work! HAUH."
I lean over to Kate and say "If that dumb bitch comes in here with her name and desired pay written on a peeled off Mickey's label, I will not be surprised."
and i dont think Anchal is even close to being that stupid. but i forgot, she needs a resume. and she call fill out an application from any other place and just cross out the name. (we ran out of applications) :)
I lean over to Kate and say "If that dumb bitch comes in here with her name and desired pay written on a peeled off Mickey's label, I will not be surprised."
and i dont think Anchal is even close to being that stupid. but i forgot, she needs a resume. and she call fill out an application from any other place and just cross out the name. (we ran out of applications) :)
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