Think twice about the cosmetic counter girl

I went to a job interview Monday (not the one I mentioned in the last post). This was just a position at a cosmetic counter girl at a local department store. It didn't go so well.

Manager: Is there question that has 2 right answers?

Me: Hmmmm, I really don't know. I guess it depends on the question.

Earlier in the interview.

Manager: Let's say it is a slow day in the store. You need to meet your daily quota and the only way to get more sales is by getting customers. You aren't allowed to leave your counter. How do you do it?

Earlier, Earlier in the interview

Manager: What makes you take an interest in law?
Me: I like to have intelligent debates. I don't like to argue, but in a controlled environment it can be interesting. (What was I thinking?!?!?)
Manager: So you are a controlling person that likes conflict.
Me: No, I don't think I am like that all. I don't like conflict, but I do believe if a person controls themself they can avoid conflict.

I can go with controlling. Maybe there are things I feel the need to be in control of, but "enjoys conflict" is a bit much. I dislike conflict. I avoid conflict. It is one of my best traits. I only have dates with Conflict when there is no one else and things have turned desperate.

Hmmmm. Wonder if I got the job...

new new new

I think I am going to have a new job. Yes, you heard me. I turned my application in at 2:00 and at 2:40 they called me for an interview they want to have tomorrow. I haven't got the job but I do think that looks good.
Tonight Boyfriend and I go to sign the lease for our new apartment. I think its fate because new apartment is only 2 blocks away from new job. New job also pays more than old job and I will be getting more hours.
But the best part of all....The Dictator will be gone. I just keep hoping there will not be a new dictator. I am just hoping for a normal boss and a job that does not require bringing so much work home.

The Dictator (Part 2)

Well, she has done it again. The Dictator(A.K.A. the boss) has sent a rude email. I really don't think anyone has ever said the "assume thing" to her. Don't assume it makes a....you should know where that is headed, but if you dont, email me. Trust me, you need to know.
In my heart I want to believe she don't know that everything she says and does is incredibly rude, but my head knows that more than likely she does it deliberatly. It inspired me to finally send out my resume.

The Email

I hope everyone is enjoying their Spring Break!!! I'm FINALLY sendingout the March tutor newsletter, so here ya go! In case you cannot openthe attachment, I have stuck a print-out in your folder on the wall. Iexpect everyone to check their folders regularly and to READ THESENEWLETTERS!!!!

Look at all the exclamation marks. Now, I know it may seem like I am being a bit sensitive but imagine getting emails like this all the time. The Dictator is 10 times worse in person.

So you want the truth?

I have recently realized just how tricky the truth can be. The truth is exactly what you want, but you don't want to hear. And then there is do I actually believe that is the truth?
It is like when women ask men if they think a particular piece of clothing makes them look fat. Of course any intelligent guy will say no. That is not the end of it though. Is he just saying that? Of course he is, he would never tell me i look fat. But maybe i really dont look fat in this. How will i really know?
You won't ever really know unless you take a look for yourself. I wouldn't be the first person who has said that ultimately you decide what the truth is, but this is the first time I have understood it. Instead of looking around and trying to figure out what every one else can see I am just going to take a look myself. I bet I will find the truth.

I spy something in the library...

The man next to me is trying to pick his nose. I say trying because he attempting to do it without actually "pointing to his brain"---thats what I called it as a child. Ya know, not really putting his fingers up there, but he is putting his thumb in front of one nostril and index finger in front of the other. I don't actually care. I would rather him do this instead of actually pointing to the brain. He is short with this dark hair. He is wearing blue jeans and a deep red button-up shirt. He is in his mid-thirties I would guess. I noticed when he walked over.
Oh, good grief! He must have noticed me noticing because now he is mumbling to himself. Not mean mumbling, but the kind people do when they are trying to act like they are really concentrating or want to seem important. He can't read what I am writing. There is a square shape being made out of 4 desk and we all face the center. He is to the right of me and there is a young black girl to the left.
I am at the university library doing some research on Richard Branson. Well, I was doing research as you can tell it wasn't going good, because now I am blogging.
Okay, his mumbling is actually not mumbling. I can hear what he is saying. He has big eyes....the big-because-I-have-them-wide-open kind. I imagine he stresses himself out. He is looking all around now.
This guy has to be single.

Technology illiterate

I come with news about myself that I find rather tragic. The once Computer-Illiterate-Brittney is now the Technology-Illiterate-Brittney. Yes, you have heard me correctly. I imagine this did not happen overnight but gradually took over me like a disease and now I have just noticed the symptoms, but unfortunately it is too late.

I feel left out suddenly. Everyone has cell-phones that are colorful and have many more keys than a phone should ever have. There are also those pesky, electronic organizers…..I believe a PalmPilot. But the most horrible of all….the iPod! I want one. Yes I do. I never really noticed what new gadgets people were whipping out until the iPod. AND I only hear good things about them. Suddenly I noticed everything.

I doubt I ever leave my way-too-large-for-my-purse address book and planner behind. I don’t think I could live with out my sticky notes. I KNOW I couldn’t live without my sticky notes, but maybe I should at least consider being observant to what is going on. A new cell phone is probably needed and of course, the iPod completely fascinates me. The trouble is that then I would have to learn how to use it. That would lead to a blog about customer service and I am not sure anyone wants that.