The most daunting events in the working world is interviews. It's a quick sit down where your every move is evaluated. Brought into a room sitting at a table your expected to be witty, submissive, energetic, perfect, confident, and willing to change at the quip of their lip. One mistake, one stutter, or a drop of eye contact and your chances are gone in an instant. There are many people more qualified for the job, the applicant is on extremely thin ice. Knowing this, I put on the cutest outfit I can find, something sexy, polished, professional, and yet it's modest. Pretty much I wore something the girl wears in a porn video before all of the XXX stuff happens -minus the tie and glasses. This is how girls get jobs nowadays, as you read in my last article, I'm not above it.
As I'm waiting to meet with the hiring manager I notice the relationship between the coworkers and the managers. They laugh together and share sarcastic jokes. They kid about job security and workers policy. I smile but feel a little hurt, I miss my old job. It's funny, I worked in the same place for three years. I have laughed, cried, and cursed up a storm that even the devil would be ashamed of in that restaurant. I cursed that place to hell and almost quit every Friday. Still, I stayed until I had to leave. I cried my last night. That place shaped me as a worker and as a young women. Relationships were tight between coworkers and it's something I miss everyday. However, it was a relief that at least I got a job interview with a place that is like my old job. I really hope they hire me, I feel like I would fit right in. Nostalgia kills.
After my interview I came home and sat on the couch for, eh, about three hours. The Real Housewives of New York City have serious problems that should be respected by millions across the nation. It's nice to know being rich sucks too. Soon enough, I realized I felt like shit for sitting in one place for so long and I took my dog, Sparky, out.
I have two dogs, Sparky and Copper. I love them with all my heart but bless their souls they are so different. Sparky...reflects his name. He is spunky and outgoing, always looking for an adventure, he's a few years younger than Copper, but I got him when I was 8-I'm almost 18. Copper, however, I've had since Kindergarten (5 years old). He's getting to his last years, but we've been saying he'll keel over soon for about five years now. Copper's on the slower side of course and really enjoys to sniff the flowers, literally. Obviously, it's just plain easier to walk them individually, it just doesn't seem like it if I'm feeling lazy. Luckily, today I wasn't feeling lazy, in fact I really just want to move. So I leash up Sparky and we go for a run around the little town of Phoenixville. He's a great run-walk dog. He always stays near me and is very trained, or so I thought. After a good long walk Sparky and I were about a block away from my townhouse. Feeling confident about his good behavior, I take him off his leash for our last run home. Big. Big. BIG. Mistake. It starts off well and we're running next to each other, he even ignores another dog barking at him. I'm happy, I have a good dog. Then, he sees the god damn bunny running along a wired fence right by him. He charges and sprints down the length of the yard, growling, with his hair up. He now knows he is free of his leash. Soon
he loses interest in the bunny and I am still far behind. He charges into the street and runs straight into an intersection. I, an avid dog lover, watch my baby run right where many cars speed and I plead with him to stop. I literally beg my dog to come back to me. But no, he is determined. Sparky now realizes he's close to home and lord, he charges toward the townhouses and ends up at the wrong one. Two doors down, my dog is wagging his tail and smiling at me. That asshole. Not long before I start catching up to my dog, I realize the two very cute boys watching me sweat and plead with my dog. Not a good first impression I rush my dog into the correct townhouse. Only to realize I still have to take out Copper. I sigh, I can't escape embarrassment. So I hustle my slightly overweight, on deaths bed out of the house. I dream about telling the guys "I got this one under control". But, I doubt a witty comment can save me from this one. The only thing keeping my head up now is the fact that I'll be home soon, to write a blog about all of this. Pathetic.
As I'm waiting to meet with the hiring manager I notice the relationship between the coworkers and the managers. They laugh together and share sarcastic jokes. They kid about job security and workers policy. I smile but feel a little hurt, I miss my old job. It's funny, I worked in the same place for three years. I have laughed, cried, and cursed up a storm that even the devil would be ashamed of in that restaurant. I cursed that place to hell and almost quit every Friday. Still, I stayed until I had to leave. I cried my last night. That place shaped me as a worker and as a young women. Relationships were tight between coworkers and it's something I miss everyday. However, it was a relief that at least I got a job interview with a place that is like my old job. I really hope they hire me, I feel like I would fit right in. Nostalgia kills.
After my interview I came home and sat on the couch for, eh, about three hours. The Real Housewives of New York City have serious problems that should be respected by millions across the nation. It's nice to know being rich sucks too. Soon enough, I realized I felt like shit for sitting in one place for so long and I took my dog, Sparky, out.
I have two dogs, Sparky and Copper. I love them with all my heart but bless their souls they are so different. Sparky...reflects his name. He is spunky and outgoing, always looking for an adventure, he's a few years younger than Copper, but I got him when I was 8-I'm almost 18. Copper, however, I've had since Kindergarten (5 years old). He's getting to his last years, but we've been saying he'll keel over soon for about five years now. Copper's on the slower side of course and really enjoys to sniff the flowers, literally. Obviously, it's just plain easier to walk them individually, it just doesn't seem like it if I'm feeling lazy. Luckily, today I wasn't feeling lazy, in fact I really just want to move. So I leash up Sparky and we go for a run around the little town of Phoenixville. He's a great run-walk dog. He always stays near me and is very trained, or so I thought. After a good long walk Sparky and I were about a block away from my townhouse. Feeling confident about his good behavior, I take him off his leash for our last run home. Big. Big. BIG. Mistake. It starts off well and we're running next to each other, he even ignores another dog barking at him. I'm happy, I have a good dog. Then, he sees the god damn bunny running along a wired fence right by him. He charges and sprints down the length of the yard, growling, with his hair up. He now knows he is free of his leash. Soon
he loses interest in the bunny and I am still far behind. He charges into the street and runs straight into an intersection. I, an avid dog lover, watch my baby run right where many cars speed and I plead with him to stop. I literally beg my dog to come back to me. But no, he is determined. Sparky now realizes he's close to home and lord, he charges toward the townhouses and ends up at the wrong one. Two doors down, my dog is wagging his tail and smiling at me. That asshole. Not long before I start catching up to my dog, I realize the two very cute boys watching me sweat and plead with my dog. Not a good first impression I rush my dog into the correct townhouse. Only to realize I still have to take out Copper. I sigh, I can't escape embarrassment. So I hustle my slightly overweight, on deaths bed out of the house. I dream about telling the guys "I got this one under control". But, I doubt a witty comment can save me from this one. The only thing keeping my head up now is the fact that I'll be home soon, to write a blog about all of this. Pathetic.
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