Out of the twenty or so job applications I`d sent out hysterically since arriving, this was the second call. An entertainment industry company! Me, whose only experience of parties is to get either very drunk or very bored! Me, who am not really a “service-minded` person, as my dearest and nearest will tell you! Me, who if somebody tells me to put my book down and get up from the sofa, and get them a cup of tea feel like stabbing them very deep in the heart with a very sharp kitchen knife! Working in the Èntertainment Industry`!
They offered 9.50 dollars an hour, pretty standard for casual summer work. All of them (men and women) were biggish, blondish, blandish, and although it was a pretty blustery drizzly day, they all wore coloured flowered shorts. Ah yes- they looked like Australians. Actually, the only Australians I`ve ever seen were coat-and-suited Embassy people, so I`ll amend that: they looked like stereotypes of Australians. Anyway, for the record, I hate men in shorts. Although perhaps not the most valid reason, not allowing men to expose their huge hairy legs in the public is as good a reason as any for having the Ilfamic Republic in place in our dear country.
In the interview, I was perfect. Yes, I love working with kids (why else did I put my two in daycare?) True, I had no experience in the Entertainment Industry, but I really want to try different things- and I`ve worked so much with refugees, which was very challenging, but also, at the end of the day, quite sad and depressing, that I looked forward to working in an industry which dealt with pleasure and merriment. Yes, my hours are flexible. Yes, I love team work. Well, as you can see from looking at me, I`m not that physically strong (to move party equipment around) but I`m good at communicating with clients. (Especially Afghans, especially Afghan women who`ve been pushed around, beaten, raped, denied education, forcibly married, or whatever). The woman who was interviewing me fell in love. Well, I was a whole lot smarter (in both senses of the word: clothes and brains) and more beautiful than her. That`s a fact.
I wrote to her the next day and told her sorry, I wouldn`t take the offer. After been ignored by so many other employers, I felt revenged.
Tags: Canada, employment, entertainment industry, Halifax, party
June 14, 2008 at 5:44 pm |
Haha… That’s so coool. I had a good laugh! Keep writing pretty, pretty girl :*
June 14, 2008 at 5:55 pm |
Ma’am u rock with your pen…. So coooool!
June 15, 2008 at 3:09 pm |
I was having thoughts, of taking my shorts out of the suitcase, and actually wear them…
Reading your thought encouraged me very much, I should say.