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Had my second interview with Macy's yesterday. *prays* Please, please pleeeeeaaaasssseeeeee!!!! Not a career, but a means to an end. I need somewhere to work that I can afford and enjoy that's not going to rip out parts of my flesh. Literally. I scraped my knee falling up some stairs last weekend. It was healing nicely. I can't keep it covered because I pretty much stay wet all day and bandages won't stick. So, I go to step over one of the conveyers and riiiiiippppp. Nice chunk of meat on the floor.
Ok. Ow.
This after I have it out with D. Since B the intern and I don't know our chems yet (instead of teaching us, everyone jumps in and just does it for us saying they're helping us since we don't know what we're doing..... you could help us by sitting us down and teaching us like I've asked....), D wrote the week's work down for us Monday. We get done yesterday. M, the boss (aka the whale), comes in. Nope all done wrong. Do it over. Hands us a three page list with all the chems changed AND rearranges the greenhouse. Again. Now we can't find what is to be sprayed. All of this gets handed to us at 2:30. We are off at 4 and I had to be in formal business attire at Macy's at 5. No breaks for me. B sure takes one.
I've been chasing a lie for 10 years. What a load of crap.
It doesn't end there. Oh no.
I get to Macy's precisely on time (even though it's good form to show up early, I tried and got stuck behind a bulldozer ambling to the cemetary. WHY are you digging a grave NOW during rush hour on a Wednesday?). I strut my confident ass up to HR. And..... wait for half an hour. The interviewer had forgotten about me and went on dinner break. So, I sit there and politely greet anyone who passes my way and use the time to guage the employees' attitudes to work. Hmmmmmm, all need money (that's the state of the world, but I know they all get paid a higher rate than I do, so that's of no consequence), all look great (I recognize some of the clothing from the bargain stores, so as long as it's clean and stylish it doesn't need a name on the tag), everyone goes about their business in a timely and brisk yet relaxed manner (signpost for happy employees), and they are ecstatic that they have 10 people for tomorrow's orientation (signpost, they need people NOW and I did not see one lackidaisical person among them, dock attendant or higher up in sales). Ok. Nice company. Interviewer sneaks in about a half hour late. Doesn't apologise except once very quietly and sheepishly. It's ok, just give me the job, I think. Little did I know that in the undercurrent of all this, my cell phone is going apeshit. But, like a good little prospect, I turned it off. Interview went well. I clarified a couple things she had concerns about on my application (my preference for not working weekends is a preference not a requirement). Ok, she liked that. She told me more about the job. It didn't really feel like an interview just:
1) who are you?
2) why do you want this job?
3) clarify your availability.
4) this is what we do.
5) we'll call you.
I did feel good about one thing. When she asked if I had any questions, I asked what a tabletop was (this position helps out the regular sales reps in housewares). She showed me that it's the crystal and china displays and then we got into a discussion of antique china vs. modern china vs. ceramic. Yes, I know what bone china is and how to tell if it is real or not. I told her briefly of some of the pieces I deal with at the museum. She seemed impressed. This turned into a tour of the department. This is good, right? Right?
She told me that they were considering other applicants and would be in touch. I know they need someone soon as the person currently in this position's last day is Saturday.
MEMEEMEMEMEMEMEMEME!!!! PICK ME!
*sigh*
If I don't get this, I'm afraid I'll have to sell myself to the devil (aka go to work full time at the museum) and take in all the drama that goes with it.
Then, wait.... it doesn't end.
Remember my cell phone going apeshit? One of the actors doesn't show up for work. I've gotten to the bottom of it and now am in the "get in my office, why are you such an idiot" stage. I know she's going to try and use her ADD to get out of this one AND that she is going to blame it on me. Why? Because she called tuesday with a question asking why J called her saying her shift was covered. I got my weeks mixed up (I was sick and the schedule ran off with the husband, so I couldn't look it up to confirm) and said that yeah, he was to cover her.... come to find out it was last week. Now, whether she just got J's message from last week or looked at the wrong schedule (which has happened so often I've written her up for it) or what, it doesn't really matter because the shifts I assign are out of my hands and the other person's responsibility once I send them out. They only come back to me if I make a mistake. This was not my mistake. You were available for last night, so I scheduled you. If you couldn't make it, you must find someone to cover you. Don't look to me.
this is not the first time everyone else has had to scramble because you can't get your shit together.
I am never hiring anyone who has more than one other job. For the record, I didn't hire her. No one I've hired has been written up or fired. No one I've hired has dropped the ball so badly. The only thing they've done is find another better paying job in another state. Can't fault them for that.
And it gets better....
I find out all of this while driving to Universal from the interview. Aka, in rush hour on Conroy and Kirkman. Aka one of the deadliest intersections in the city. Now, nothing happens, thankfully, but it has my nerves on edge all the same. But, I call my date for the night (that would be my husband) to tell him I'll be late because someone at the museum was an idiot. Now, he's pissed. The MOD for the day calls me back and we figure out what happened and get the night covered. So, I cut across and am back at Universal. I tell the hubby not to worry about the museum. Just drop it and let's enjoy the night.
And we do....
Until we realize all the lines are over an hour long. Um, darling, it is still summer ya know. Besides, we're only really there for burgers and the fireworks. Getting on the rides is a bonus not a goal. So, we end up in one of the breakrooms watching a documentary on hurricanes. Hey, it's air conditioned and a nice, quiet place to digest our Richter Burgers and root beer floats. We go out to Lombard's (second level, the bomb!) for the Universal 360 fireworks thing since its last day is Saturday then they switch it over for Halloween (yes, it is getting to be that time of the year, and there was much rejoicing....). Great show. You have to be in direct line of sight with one of the bigger buildings (MIB in this case) for the full effect. We were quoting along with all the movie clips. Well done. Looking forward to the Halloween one. Yes, I finally scheduled in a night off during Horror Nights so that I may go and experience it from the other side for once.
So, we get back to the house and have a little museum curation puzzle to solve that involves the husband telling me (not asking mind you, telling) to call the collector to solve it. Saying he wants me to get more involved. Which I'd love to do...., but not at 10:30 at night. That shut me down. Hit the couch. I'm asleep. Date over. It could have waited.
Going back to the person that didn't show up for work last night. Each time I think I can do a full time managment job there, someone does something stupid. The day the full time gig was offered to me, I almost accepted. What stopped me? The media manager losing it in front of one of my actor/manager/costumers and reducing her to tears. That's just one example.
Oh, and that sickness I had tuesday? It wasn't that stomach thing that's going around nor was it dinner the night before. It was dehydration. I don't think my kidneys have ever actually hurt before. Oh, and we're not allowed drinks inside the greenhouse. I thought it was due to the chems. Nope. It's because the illegals don't know the meaning of a trash can. So, no water except on designated breaks.
Top that off with a rather dangerous dream I had last night involving me, a spa, and Matthew McCaughney. Damn alarm clock....
I dunno. Either I get this, or I'm forced into the museum. I'm just waiting on that call.
That one applience that rules my life right now.
Of course, I can't listen to my HIM cd right now. If I hear Dark Side of Eden, I'll hit the ceiling running to answer a phone that hasn't really rung.
Ring dammit. I have to get out of this hellhole.
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