:Ladida UPDATE Ladida:15:48 Feb 25 2014
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So...Texas guy turned out to be a big déjà vu type of experience.
I'm sure SOME of you who may or may not read this, might get that same feeling.
I ask him to show me pictures of him. He's seen me, and in an online relationship you ask these types of things, right? Phone calls and pictures and things, once the time is right. Well being a few months into this I figure maybe I deserve to know who I'm barely getting to talk to.
He goes from "I'll get pictures when I have time" to "I'm afraid to show you because of how people have reacted to my scars". What scars? Oh...the scars from his surgery when he was younger on his voicebox. Ready kids? He's mute. Yes. After telling me I'll get a call at some point, after telling me he's been ditching me because of SEVERAL phone calls with other people about business and such, he's fucking mute.
Now where the fuck have I heard that before.
So. After getting these grade A explanations, on how he was just afraid to tell me, and every person who's called him somehow knows tap code, he continues to worm his way out of getting a picture for me. I've probably talked to 4 "different people" who've taken his phone, because every time I bring up getting pictures, he suddenly ends up in the hospital and I'm supposed to buy it all.
Specifically, one of his neighbors named Sonny, who talked to me when he first ended up in pretend hospital. She was fine with talking to me till I asked to text her from her phone, in which she said ok but mysteriously, her phone broke just as she was going to do it.
ANYWAY, onto some stuff that means something.
My buddy told me Sam's Club is hiring for a Cashier. Ding ding ding ding ding. I go in immediately, apply, and wait. Buddy tells me to call 4 days after and then every week after that.
4 days after. I call. Job interview. Checkpoint 1 complete.
Job interview. I go in. They ask me questions about how I handle customer service situations based on past experience. Now...on my application I put Camden Park (an amusement park I worked at for 2 years) as my ONLY work experience, even though I worked at an Arby's for a couple months. This is because I don't feel I can trust the management at Arby's, considering I left in good standing with them and upon reapplying I didn't even get a call back.
So...I get done with the first part of the interview. Lady tells me the next portion is going to be with a manager. Alrighty...manager sits down, asks me some similar questions. During which she asks if this is the kind of job I can see myself doing, since we're sitting at a café across from the registers. I shake hands with another manager...then she asks me one or two more questions. After that, she leaves, comes back to get me.
We go back to a small room like an office type thing. Managers back there and such...I meet with a guy who walks me through the finishing part while the manager I did the interview with takes my driver's license. He shows me that I got 2 "hire credit premium" things.
Those, I found out, are points you get if you answer questions in the interview and they liked your responses. These points, also are worth a certain money value, .60 cents in my case. So that means I got 2 points worth of additional pay added to the initial pay of the job. Which, he for one said was pretty good, and secondly...brought my starting pay, if I get the job, to $9.25 an hour.
If I hadn't been in a room with someone I was sure was one of the managers, my jaw would have hit the god damn floor. Just...wow. I go from $7.85 at Arby's about 2 years ago, to $9.25 as starting pay. I still can't totally wrap my head around that.
Anyway, he has me read over the job description and duties, I hit ok saying I understand, print it out, whatever. The manager who interviewed me comes back with a packet and my license. They tell me this is for my drug test I'll be taking, they show me where to go, said it's free (having never taken a drug test before I realize later that they're paying for it), and that I need to do it in 24 hours.
I go down to the place, HRS or whatever it was. I go in, probably 5 minutes tops, come back out, done. My buddy who told me to apply tells me I've got the job. Not because he knows from the managers, but because he's sure based on what happened. Now...due to being unemployed for a year and not being able to be accepted by anybody, I know not to get my hopes up. But odds are looking a LOT better than they EVER have. I'm awaiting a call this week, once they get the results in.
Soooooooooooooooo that's it. Lots of typing but...fuck it I feel great. XD Progress is progress.
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