My interview went very badly. Very, very badly.
Awhile back, my sister said that should could help me out with getting a better job at her work. Of course I was all excited, but I didn't really put much effort into it, because as everyone should know by now, I am a HUGE procrastinator and need to be motivate to do anything. Well, recently she told me to get my shit together, and that I had an interview on March 25th at 900am (today).
So she tells me that her friend Carlos would be calling me with the details of the where I was to go and such. Instead of waiting home for the call, I go out and do what the hell I want such as: Disneyland, movies, dinners, swimming, etc.. I missed his first call, and received the second early Sunday morning. He goes through all the information with me and gives me driving directions. Excellent.
I continued the week as normal, and succeed in missing another important call that was confirming my interview time and again stating the directions to the place. I listen to the message carefully a couple of times and compare them with notes I took from the call with Carlos. I am thinking GOOD, everything seems simple enough. That was yesterday. So I fix up my resume some and try to get to bed at a reasonable time so that I wouldn't look all groggy in the morning.
Now this is when it really gets fucked up.
I wake up at 530 in the morning from the worst nightmare in my life. It was so horrible, that I can still remember it and am contemplating sleep at this point.
My mom tells me that I should leave at 700am to make sure that I can get to the HR to fill out my application before the interview. Sounds good to me. At this point my mom and sister have been calling me nonstop for no real reason at all. My sister says everything should be fine if I leave by 730. Around 600 I realize that, FUCK I had lost my goddamn cell phone. Usually that wouldn't be a problem, but everyone that knows me, knows that I am horrible with directions and need that phone to hunt people down for information. I proceed to waste 30 minutes looking for it before I call Chan and realize I forgot it in her damn car. BY then it is 630, but I am not stressing because I took my shower the night before and all I had to do was clean up and through something on.
By the time I get to Chan's house it is 710 and everything is going good. I hit the freeway at 715 and am on my way to Pasadena. Well, of course there was traffic up the ASS. My sister is calling every second to see where I am, and I tell her I don't think I am going to have time to go fill out my application before the interview. She gets pissed, talks to Carlos and everything is fine, except for the fact that I have already fucked up and I'm not even there yet.
When I finally exit the freeway, it is 850. Yeah that's right, it took me an hour and 30 minutes to get there. (it should have taken about 45 minutes to an hour) I am still calm, just a little annoyed that my sister said everything should be fine if I leave at 730 when clearly everything WAS NOT fine. Now this is when everything gets typical: I proceed to get completely lost. I mean, I had no clue what the fuck was going on and the one way streets where not helping at all. I am calling my sister, she isn't answering. When she finally calls me back she is pissed that I am already 10 minutes late, yet she can't seem to be able to help me with directions. I am furious at this point. When everyone was giving directions they made them out to be sooo fucking simple. "All you have to do is keep straight, make a left and you should see it." YEAH FUCKING RIGHT. They (including my sister) say this assuming I am familiar with the fucking area. First, there was no straight; second; there was no indication of the building when I made that left; and third, the building was hidden. I AM PISSED, MY SISTER IS PISSED AND I AM 20 MINUTES LATE. My sister calls, some guys helps me to the place, and then my sisters says to go in the 150 building and take the elevator the 5th floor. I do so. I am waiting for her to meet for another 10 minutes, when I get an angry call demanding to know where I was. Basically, there were two 150 buildings right next to each other. I went into the one that was plainly out in the open opposed to the hidden one without any indications of any numbering whatsoever. (I am still pissed mind you)
By the time I hit the 5th floor of the right building, I am a half hour late. The interview only last for 15 minutes. I of course answered all the questions wrong, and didn't feel like chitchatting.
After that, I called both my parents and ranted identical stories for about 30 minutes each while I tried to find the other building where I was supposed to fill out my application. I get lost for an hour before I find the second unmarked building of my trip. When I get there, some receptionist bitch proceeds to annoy the fuck out of me with questions that started out as "Do you mind if I ask.."
Now I know why people stick to shitty retail jobs.
P.S. I am back!!
Awhile back, my sister said that should could help me out with getting a better job at her work. Of course I was all excited, but I didn't really put much effort into it, because as everyone should know by now, I am a HUGE procrastinator and need to be motivate to do anything. Well, recently she told me to get my shit together, and that I had an interview on March 25th at 900am (today).
So she tells me that her friend Carlos would be calling me with the details of the where I was to go and such. Instead of waiting home for the call, I go out and do what the hell I want such as: Disneyland, movies, dinners, swimming, etc.. I missed his first call, and received the second early Sunday morning. He goes through all the information with me and gives me driving directions. Excellent.
I continued the week as normal, and succeed in missing another important call that was confirming my interview time and again stating the directions to the place. I listen to the message carefully a couple of times and compare them with notes I took from the call with Carlos. I am thinking GOOD, everything seems simple enough. That was yesterday. So I fix up my resume some and try to get to bed at a reasonable time so that I wouldn't look all groggy in the morning.
Now this is when it really gets fucked up.
I wake up at 530 in the morning from the worst nightmare in my life. It was so horrible, that I can still remember it and am contemplating sleep at this point.
My mom tells me that I should leave at 700am to make sure that I can get to the HR to fill out my application before the interview. Sounds good to me. At this point my mom and sister have been calling me nonstop for no real reason at all. My sister says everything should be fine if I leave by 730. Around 600 I realize that, FUCK I had lost my goddamn cell phone. Usually that wouldn't be a problem, but everyone that knows me, knows that I am horrible with directions and need that phone to hunt people down for information. I proceed to waste 30 minutes looking for it before I call Chan and realize I forgot it in her damn car. BY then it is 630, but I am not stressing because I took my shower the night before and all I had to do was clean up and through something on.
By the time I get to Chan's house it is 710 and everything is going good. I hit the freeway at 715 and am on my way to Pasadena. Well, of course there was traffic up the ASS. My sister is calling every second to see where I am, and I tell her I don't think I am going to have time to go fill out my application before the interview. She gets pissed, talks to Carlos and everything is fine, except for the fact that I have already fucked up and I'm not even there yet.
When I finally exit the freeway, it is 850. Yeah that's right, it took me an hour and 30 minutes to get there. (it should have taken about 45 minutes to an hour) I am still calm, just a little annoyed that my sister said everything should be fine if I leave at 730 when clearly everything WAS NOT fine. Now this is when everything gets typical: I proceed to get completely lost. I mean, I had no clue what the fuck was going on and the one way streets where not helping at all. I am calling my sister, she isn't answering. When she finally calls me back she is pissed that I am already 10 minutes late, yet she can't seem to be able to help me with directions. I am furious at this point. When everyone was giving directions they made them out to be sooo fucking simple. "All you have to do is keep straight, make a left and you should see it." YEAH FUCKING RIGHT. They (including my sister) say this assuming I am familiar with the fucking area. First, there was no straight; second; there was no indication of the building when I made that left; and third, the building was hidden. I AM PISSED, MY SISTER IS PISSED AND I AM 20 MINUTES LATE. My sister calls, some guys helps me to the place, and then my sisters says to go in the 150 building and take the elevator the 5th floor. I do so. I am waiting for her to meet for another 10 minutes, when I get an angry call demanding to know where I was. Basically, there were two 150 buildings right next to each other. I went into the one that was plainly out in the open opposed to the hidden one without any indications of any numbering whatsoever. (I am still pissed mind you)
By the time I hit the 5th floor of the right building, I am a half hour late. The interview only last for 15 minutes. I of course answered all the questions wrong, and didn't feel like chitchatting.
After that, I called both my parents and ranted identical stories for about 30 minutes each while I tried to find the other building where I was supposed to fill out my application. I get lost for an hour before I find the second unmarked building of my trip. When I get there, some receptionist bitch proceeds to annoy the fuck out of me with questions that started out as "Do you mind if I ask.."
Now I know why people stick to shitty retail jobs.
P.S. I am back!!
knives1:
my laptop broke down, sorry i couldnt get back to you sooner. retail jobs? i'll tell you all about the terrible world of retail. soon.