Sooo I had the weirdest interview. I didn't go there with great expectations but hell did I not expect it to be like walking into Rocky Horror Picture Show. Don't get me wrong, I love Rocky Horror. It's just the last thing you expect to see when you walk into the interview room is a 6ft 5 transvestite wearing the shortest fuschia pink skirt imaginable, combined with fuschia pink cardigan and 5 inch high heels. Likewise, the whole transvestite thing wasn't a problem, it was just more of the badly done slightly odd transvestite. (You know where I'm going with this if your an Izzard fan!). So getting passed the first obstacle it just got worse and worse! Someone had brought there really rather large and angry hound to work, which layed in the corridor pawing at people with a slight lilting drool that suggested, "I'm going to eat you". Then, the building, being in the worst part of town, you know that part that people tell you not to go to under any circumstances....was next to the train tracks. Not too bad you say? Hmmm every ten minutes a train would go by and the interview would have to stop, because we couldn't here each other talking. Aggggh!
Then I find out that the average age of the employees there is around 40, they even had a 78 year old woman doing their paper work. Is this really the kind of place that I want to become a trainee manager? I don't think so.
In fact do I even want to become a trainee manager? I mean I want piercings, I want tattoo's. People just won't take me seriously though if I get them, I will be destined to a life working in retail. Which I guess would be ok, if I owned my own place - a funky little coffee shop, where I could make my millions writing novels alongside the poets and dreamers that drank my coffee. Or maybe something a little more raunchy, a coffee shop attached to an adult store or something.
So I guess the search continues!
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Hmmm thinking about list of fricking happy tunes to put up....I will add them in a little while when I've filled this application in
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Edited to add: Oh lord the fuschia transvestite just called to offer me a job *wails loudly* what to do people??
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edited to add: Never mind fricking pink transvestite, meeeeeeeeeeeee pink!!!!!!! *runs around madly* Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimbo!
Then I find out that the average age of the employees there is around 40, they even had a 78 year old woman doing their paper work. Is this really the kind of place that I want to become a trainee manager? I don't think so.
In fact do I even want to become a trainee manager? I mean I want piercings, I want tattoo's. People just won't take me seriously though if I get them, I will be destined to a life working in retail. Which I guess would be ok, if I owned my own place - a funky little coffee shop, where I could make my millions writing novels alongside the poets and dreamers that drank my coffee. Or maybe something a little more raunchy, a coffee shop attached to an adult store or something.
So I guess the search continues!
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Hmmm thinking about list of fricking happy tunes to put up....I will add them in a little while when I've filled this application in

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Edited to add: Oh lord the fuschia transvestite just called to offer me a job *wails loudly* what to do people??
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edited to add: Never mind fricking pink transvestite, meeeeeeeeeeeee pink!!!!!!! *runs around madly* Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimbo!
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amanda:
I can come and cook for you and your funky coffee shop




nic:
Hoorah for the pinkess!