Friday, July 20, 2012

And another!

This morning's interview went pretty well. I think. The recruiter seemed impressed with me, at least. He said he's definitely going to set me up with a second interview with the actual company, so there's still another hoop to just through, so we'll see what happens. On the plus side, it's a decently-paying hourly wage job, and it's much closer to home than the last one. Once you subtract fuel to get to the last job, I'd be making about the same, actually. So still kind of tight, but at least closer. On the negative side, it'd probably be just an inflexible time-wise as the last one, it'd be 40 hours a week sitting on my ever-expanding ass, there would be the same problems regarding not being able to really connect with my coworkers, and I'd be talking to idiots all the time.

When I got home, I had an e-mail saying to call a local branch of a chain restaurant for an interview, so I have that tomorrow afternoon. On the plus side, it's five minutes from my house, would have the flexibility of serving, it would have the benefit of built-in exercise and social activity, and is a place I'd probably make decent tips. On the negative side, I fucking hate the stench of seafood, their uniforms are long-sleeved (at least I think) and I'd boil to death, and it's serving again! Oh, one other positive - restaurant stories are just much better for blogging!

I probably shouldn't worry, because I probably won't get offered either. That'd be my luck!

4 comments:

fuckmytable said...

You roll up the sleeves almost to your elbows. You will sweat like a pig for a few months, then your body gets used to it and you only sweat half as bad. Wear an undershirt. Trust me - it means your shirt doesn't turn see-through when you get sweaty and your tables can't tell you're sweaty unless they're looking for it.

fuckmytable said...

You roll up the sleeves almost to your elbows. You will sweat like a pig for a few months, then your body gets used to it and you only sweat half as bad. Wear an undershirt. Trust me - it means your shirt doesn't turn see-through when you get sweaty and your tables can't tell you're sweaty unless they're looking for it.

fuckmytable said...

FUCK ME. I hate fucking captchas!

Anonymous said...

ooh, let me guess: Red Lobster? chain seafood with long-sleeve shirts rolled up.