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Damini
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I had a job interview earlier on today, and I think I ballsed it up amazingly.
It was in Waterstones book shop, and it's for christmas staff, so I didn't really think there was all that much that could go wrong.
So, I turn up, and the boss invites me in to sit next to him, and then gets a phone call from his wife and he begins having a domestic while I try really hard to look interested in the ceiling. He then hangs up on her in mid sentence, turns round to me and straight out says "So, why do you want to work here?" without pausing for breath.
I mutter something about books, and enjoying working with people, and trotted out the usual banal responses.
Then he threw me a curveball, and said "So tell me Louise, what makes you cry?"
Erm?
Erm....?
"Watership Down" I said, in a fluster, and under his gaze I proceeded to go down a long, blithering and deeply embarrassing discussion about how the sad rabbits upset me and how the red eyed rabbits are evil.
"The book?" he asked
"Oh no, the cartoon!"
God damn. It didn't get much better after that. He asked me my favourite play writes, and I forgot all their names, asked me what I'm crap at and I said "filing things in alphabetical order" (ITS A BOOKSHOP LOUISE) and at the end of the interview he wrote in big letters over my application letter
"NOT BONKERS"
Said that was his grading system , and told me he'd phone me in two weeks.
Arse burgers.
It was in Waterstones book shop, and it's for christmas staff, so I didn't really think there was all that much that could go wrong.
So, I turn up, and the boss invites me in to sit next to him, and then gets a phone call from his wife and he begins having a domestic while I try really hard to look interested in the ceiling. He then hangs up on her in mid sentence, turns round to me and straight out says "So, why do you want to work here?" without pausing for breath.
I mutter something about books, and enjoying working with people, and trotted out the usual banal responses.
Then he threw me a curveball, and said "So tell me Louise, what makes you cry?"
Erm?
Erm....?
"Watership Down" I said, in a fluster, and under his gaze I proceeded to go down a long, blithering and deeply embarrassing discussion about how the sad rabbits upset me and how the red eyed rabbits are evil.
"The book?" he asked
"Oh no, the cartoon!"
God damn. It didn't get much better after that. He asked me my favourite play writes, and I forgot all their names, asked me what I'm crap at and I said "filing things in alphabetical order" (ITS A BOOKSHOP LOUISE) and at the end of the interview he wrote in big letters over my application letter
"NOT BONKERS"
Said that was his grading system , and told me he'd phone me in two weeks.
Arse burgers.