Like Bernie, it was only a certain amount of time (about four months) before my hopes and expectations began to dim and I started applying to any job that paid reasonably and didn't seem that demeaning.
The first job I interviewed for that made me feel like I really did have no standards anymore was a retail support position at a cell phone company that I will not name, in the interest of anonymity. I was called in for an interview at a high-volume, very visible, flagship store, and I was not impressed with what I saw inside. During the interview, the manager seemed utterly lost amid the myriad of papers and fast food remains on his desk. He unenthusiastically read off some questions from a packet supplied by corporate, which I answered to the best of my abilities. Halfway through, a few of the employees stormed into the break room, causing a ruckus and an embarrassing interruption. I was given the normal speech about the number of applicants he had to sort through and the amount of time until he would call me, and I went on my way, not wanting to work at that store no matter what the pay would be.
Little did I know that another company store would call me in for an interview for the same position. Expecting the worst, and having just had my spirits dampened by a terrible rainstorm which left me soaking wet, I walked in and was thoroughly impressed with the courtesy and professionalism displayed by both the employees and the manager, who led me into the back office. Their interview was less structured and more focused on finding the right fit for the personality of the store, which I definitely appreciated, and while I wasn't sure that the interview had gone well, I looked forward to hearing back from them.
And when I did, the offer of a part time position made me momentarily elated! However, that moment was just the beginning of another saga, which left me completely disheartened and angered with the working world. More on that still to come...
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