i had a nice summery shirt on with a lightweight short sleeve sweater over it and i wore khakis, and let me just tell you, i NEVER wear khakis unless i have to. i have nothing against khakis, they're cute on other people, i just don't like them on me. maybe because the dress code i had in middle school required us to wear khakis? perhaps. anyway, i felt confident about getting this job, especially because i had this interview...
um. NO.
i walked in and there were about thirty other people in the room waiting and filling out paperwork. so i got my clipboard and started filling out my paper that would sell me into this 3 hour waste of time. we were taken back 2 at a time, asked a couple questions about our experience with people and brought back into the room to wait more.
once all the people had gone back, the woman in charge came out and showed us a demonstration of how to use the product we would be selling. she told us we would be able to make our own schedule, get paid 13 dollars an hour, etc-stuff that sounded amaaazing UNTIL
she told us we would have to
BUY the product
before we'd start selling.
and let me tell you, it was a pretty penny. not the kind of money you keep in your back pocket or wallet.
many people left after that, but i stayed unfortunately thinking i could maybe work out a deal with her.
NO.
no deal.
still jobless.
i left with my khakis, wishing i would have rebelled and worn jeans.
"You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank, you're not the car you drive, you're not the contents of your wallet, you are not your khakis..." -Fightclub
