High Class
I have stooped lower than ever before. I have no self respect. I will not be able to live with myself. I have submitted my ridiculous resume for a managing position at Pollo Tropical.
Before we delve into the details my dear four readers (is it up to four yet?), let me assure you, I did not take the position. Even in my constant search for almost any job, I still could not take this piece of shit that is working as a manager at Pollo Tropical. So I have that going for me.
I apply online, knowing I shouldn’t be doing it, but am just sick of finding jobs and being turned down. I knew Pollo would call me back quickly (in an hour) and the interview would be set up quickly (two days later). Got to hand it to the shitty jobs. They know how to work it. So I go in for the interview, and the first question she asked was “How come you haven’t been able to find a job?” Are you fucking kidding me? How about you go find me a job, bitch! So sorry that my fucking awesome generic Communications degree doesn’t suit today’s workforce. Immediately I know I am not taking the position.
Now, the rest of the interview wasn’t that great, other than the fact she seemed to be telling me not to take the job. “We give you two personal days per week, except if the GM wants you to work a sixth day, which happens at all of our locations, because most are underperforming. And I get calls all the time from managers complaining about GMs overworking them.” Great. Not only does the job suck ass to begin with, but you’re telling me in the interview that my boss would be taking advantage of me. Sign me up! Enough of this story. New post coming soon about my full job history.
Why didn’t you just fuck with interviewer and treat them like shit?