today was probably the most exhausting day of february. there were hundreds of girls who lined up and a few got in. my curriculum vitae a.k.a. real shit belonged to the shredder. three hours of waiting until it was my turn and only less than thirty seconds to say what i have to. she wasn’t really interested, i could tell. and then it was over. i’m glad it’s over. i sat beside this nice girl who graduated from de la salle and she told them she teaches literature in the same university, that was what they were looking for. i think.
self-assessment: i need to do something more self-engaging (whatever that means) and i think i’ll definitely try to apply as a barista in starbucks. could be fun. and it would be nice to see and talk to different people everyday. i will become the epitome of customer service.
oh i just remembered something.. when i was 17 years old i was desperately looking for a part time job so that i could buy a camera. so mcdonald’s had this mass hiring thing and i decided to go to one of the sheduled screening dates at the el pueblo branch. i passed the interview and everything and i was asked to come back the next day to do the on-the-job test. so i mopped the floors, cleaned up some tables, brought trays of food up and down the stairs for a birthday party and.. wait for it.. cleaned the men’s bathroom. of course i cheated and pretended i did some cleaning but all i ever did was enter the door, looked around for ten seconds and went back out. you can’t blame me, i was seventeen! that was just too much for me. after 4 hours of non-stop moving around acting like a mcdo service crew, the manager told me i failed because i wasn’t SMILING enough. jeezus. i remember crying on the way home and i cried even more when i entered the bedroom to tell my mom how it went. instead of saying her words of comfort to ease my pain and feeling of rejection, she takes out her cellphone and starts recording a video of me crying like a three year old. hahaha.
at least i had pretty hair for a day..
so next time i’ll probably go for.. “i was born and raised in the U.K.” with an obviously fake british accent.
