I tried to stay in Anatomy lecture today. Really, I did. But, as should be evident by this post, I couldn't stick it out. Percell's voice, man!: it's the closest thing to vocal Sominex I've EVER run across in my 17 years of schooling (Sweet Lord, it's been so long?!?!?). I'm too tired to concentrate enough to study, which is what I was planning to do from this morning. The master plan was to go to Lab, go to the Best Buy recruitment session [more on that later], study for my next practical from roughly 3 - 7PM (the guilt from my supposed failure in the morning giving me strength), take notes from 7 - 10PM, then head home.
The lab thing worked according to plan. Did miserably, but I'm not going to gripe much about it. There are three more exams to make it up on. Then headed back for the Best Buy session in Career Services. They're opening up a new store in SoHo, and since I've always wanted to work in Best Buy (not for the prestige, but for the STUFF!) I figured I might as well try. I got there around 12:50, and there were a number of kids waiting. The guys doing the interviews/screening, who came off as typical frat rejects, were in the same room as the people waiting so I could get the gist of what they were offering and what they were looking for. Supposedly, according to one of the cocky bastards, they take in "2000 - 3000 applications a day". Yeah, my NUTSACK. Best Buy as a whole probably does, yes, but not your dinky store. I said nothing, though, because I wanted STUFF! at COST!
So, right. I'm sitting there with my back to the proceedings and the more I hear the more I'm getting that Best Buy actually *does* pay on commission. Which I hate. Oh, I like the pay you can conceivably get (especially around the holidays) when you're getting commission pay, but I dislike the managers always coming down to tell you to push this product or emphasize that product or to pick your numbers up before they dispatch the lemurs to [pick gnats] off [of] your family. I fought with myself, trying to decide whether I should walk (I'd been waiting for nearly an hour and a half by that point) or just do the damned interview and decide if I got offered a job. Figured the prudent thing to do would be to try. So I did.
My interview was disgustingly brief, especially since the guys had spent the last 1.5 hours interviewing 4 people tops. I told them I used to work at Radioshack - that perked them up a bit. I said I wanted to work where the video games were "because I like them". Which is true. I may not play many genres but I can appreciate the gaming lifestyle as a whole. And, hell, it's not like you can't just pick up a gaming magazine or surf the web and figure out what's the hot shit of the month. One of the guys set up this scenario where he was a mom coming in to buy a PS2 for her three older children and he asked me what I'd "add onto the sale". As warning bells went off in my head (horrible 'Nam-like flashbacks to both my Radioshack days AND my failed Gamestop/EB job interviews were assaulting me) I said the usual - controllers, games (said Halo 2 was for PS2 - I want to smack myself now for stammering that out), memory card...and they wanted more. I was too put off my the Radioshack vibes to think of anything else (what else did he want anyway? a TV, perhaps) and they seemed to lose interest. PARTICULARLY because, at that moment, a pert Asian young woman came by (skipping the list of people waiting for interviews, mind you) and said she wanted to try for a job.
First off, what IS it with guys fetishizing Asians (and I say that because the young lady wasn't very attractive, more cute, really: slight and petite)? I'd feel sorry for them if I wasn't damn certain that I've been losing a number of jobs to them, as horny guys try to fulfill some fantasy by putting them in their store. This girl had a brief stint stocking in The Gap - STOCKING, not SALES - and these dudes were already planning who they were going to put her to work with. I overheard both her previous job experience and the certainty with which the recruiters were placing her in the store while I took the annoying 20 page "personality assessment quiz" which Best Buy forces most of its potential hirees to go through. The one which I've done three times in the past year with no luck of a call back. My interview was quickly finished so they could squeeze the young lady in. And no, this is not jealously distorting the happenings of my afternoon. I listened to the interview those three had closely. The guys were ready to hire her once they heard she could string two sentences together.
I left, after scribbling my information on a piece of paper offered by frat asshole #2, then went to the bathroom to change from my dress pants to my jeans. There was no point for me to try to look business casual anyway, seeing as lots of the people waiting to be screened had jeans on. I felt so tired and drained that afterwards I didn't know what to do with myself. Why do I even bother? Yesterday was long, a trial. Today's shaping up to be the same thing. I would say I need a day to recuperate, but I don't think that'll help much. Mayhaps I need a new life. Or I need to be reincarnated as a small Asian girl. This Black girl thing just isn't cutting it for me.
This lab is stiflingly hot. Arrrrrrrrrrgh. I guess I'll have to move soon.
I want to be on my bed right about...now.
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Damn. Clicking my heels together didn't work.
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