Whoa, heehee my very first blog.......a good day in history :D
Sooo I had the weirdest interview yesterday. 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. 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.
I dunno, I guess its back to the drawing board and back to the job classifieds for me.
Sin xxx
