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Friday, January 16, 2009
LOOKING FOR PHEBE
Phebe are you out there somewhere. Back to school again. Have to drive ro Petoskey twice a week now, 112 mile round trip. The winter is bad time for this. Looking for another writing from you girlfriend!
Monday, December 01, 2008
SOPHIA GOES TO SCHOOL TOO!!!!
Oh my god 40 years ago I was in the 9th grade. I know how Phebe feels now. She is a very smart girl and will go far. I sure miss all the fun we had at work raising all kinds of hell. Now it's back to school to start all over again.Math is my worst subject . English is my favorite. I have some of the ex-coworkers in my class.The age range is basicly kids right out of highschool skip alot of years then people in there 50's. I have a feeling it will be tuff finding a job. I love reading Phebe's writings keep it up . I'll be checking in girlfriend!!!!
Friday, September 19, 2008
The Interview
I would first like to clarify that I use the word "interview" loosly......
I started the day, today, thinking 'this could be the day'. This could be the day I found my new job that I totally love that pays me as much as I'm worth.
Then I realized I was daydreaming and finished getting ready for my interview.
Yep, that is correct, The Production Manager has ventured out and submitted some resumes, one of which getting a little attention as a result.
Not the best interview of my life, but, hey...... It sure did make for a great story!
Taking special care to pay close attention to my appearance, I primped and prodded at myself all morning hoping to pull off a sharp, sophisticated, put-together look for my first interview in 12 years. Arriving at exactly 10:25, 5 minutes early, I headed to the front desk and announced my arrival.
"Hi, I'm 'The Production Manager'. I'm here for a 10:30 interview," I was nervouse but portrayed an image of confidence.
"Oh, um, ok. Let me just get a hold of Ricky," an overweight, gum chewing woman squeaked from behind the desk.
10 minutes pass as I stand there, waiting, listening to Squeaker tell a coworker how her daughter was going to be 1 in two weeks and how she felt so old. I try my best to drone her out but it doesn't work. Squeaker's friend starts picking her butt then adjusts her bra.
"Follow me," Squeaker has stepped around from behind her desk and is pulling on a zip up hoodie. "He finally found your paperwork, I'll be bringing you back to his office." Squeaker is walking at a snails pace.
"Thank you," I smile, cringing. Butt Picker is tagging along too.
We walk to the back of the store where Squeaker and Butt Picker show me to a chair in the smallest office I've ever seen. In two steps you were literally from outside the door to the other side of the desk and ready to work. Although, I don't see how you could actually get any work done in that robin's egg blue shit hole, just sitting there for that brief amount of time I was there was enough to give me one hell of an headache.
"Hey Slacker, she's in your office," I hear from just outside the door. I was giving the office a brief glance when my interviewer lumbered through the door, collapsing heavily into his chair.
"Hello, I'm Rick," I stared in bemusement at the sight before me. A 400 lb bald man wearing jeans and a black spandex t-shirt was sitting before me, belly fat resting on the arm rests of his chair, one arm extended to shake my hand.
"Hello, I'm 'The Production Manager'," I replied, shaking his enormous, sweaty hand. A child's puzzle had been put together and made into artwork that he had chosen to hang on the wall behind him.
"I wanted to start by letting you know that this in not a full time job," I couldn't pull my eyes from his hideous mouth. Was he actually chewing a piece of meat?
"Well, thanks for your time Rick, but I'm really only looking for full time employment," I look away from him, disgusted by every last thing in the entire office. A piece of chewed gum is stuck to the underside of the corner of his desk.
"I'm going to put your name in our computer, and, if anything full time pops up we'll keep you in consideration. I have to be honest, though, we haven't actually had any full time openings in about 3 years," blah.... blah..... blah......
Why in the hell did they call me and set up an interview for? This was a complete bust.
"Ok, thank you Rick, I appreciate that. I've taken the liberty to bring my resume and references for you to review, if you could please file this with my application, I'd appreciate it," was I on crack?? This was absolutely the last place on earth I want to work! I've definitely got to work on shutting off auto-pilot once in a while.
"Ok, will do," handing my resume over I get up to leave. I couldn't help but wonder just how someone like this makes it into a position of management. In my worst nightmare my old coworkers could never have sunk to this level, not even Big Dog.
I started the day, today, thinking 'this could be the day'. This could be the day I found my new job that I totally love that pays me as much as I'm worth.
Then I realized I was daydreaming and finished getting ready for my interview.
Yep, that is correct, The Production Manager has ventured out and submitted some resumes, one of which getting a little attention as a result.
Not the best interview of my life, but, hey...... It sure did make for a great story!
Taking special care to pay close attention to my appearance, I primped and prodded at myself all morning hoping to pull off a sharp, sophisticated, put-together look for my first interview in 12 years. Arriving at exactly 10:25, 5 minutes early, I headed to the front desk and announced my arrival.
"Hi, I'm 'The Production Manager'. I'm here for a 10:30 interview," I was nervouse but portrayed an image of confidence.
"Oh, um, ok. Let me just get a hold of Ricky," an overweight, gum chewing woman squeaked from behind the desk.
10 minutes pass as I stand there, waiting, listening to Squeaker tell a coworker how her daughter was going to be 1 in two weeks and how she felt so old. I try my best to drone her out but it doesn't work. Squeaker's friend starts picking her butt then adjusts her bra.
"Follow me," Squeaker has stepped around from behind her desk and is pulling on a zip up hoodie. "He finally found your paperwork, I'll be bringing you back to his office." Squeaker is walking at a snails pace.
"Thank you," I smile, cringing. Butt Picker is tagging along too.
We walk to the back of the store where Squeaker and Butt Picker show me to a chair in the smallest office I've ever seen. In two steps you were literally from outside the door to the other side of the desk and ready to work. Although, I don't see how you could actually get any work done in that robin's egg blue shit hole, just sitting there for that brief amount of time I was there was enough to give me one hell of an headache.
"Hey Slacker, she's in your office," I hear from just outside the door. I was giving the office a brief glance when my interviewer lumbered through the door, collapsing heavily into his chair.
"Hello, I'm Rick," I stared in bemusement at the sight before me. A 400 lb bald man wearing jeans and a black spandex t-shirt was sitting before me, belly fat resting on the arm rests of his chair, one arm extended to shake my hand.
"Hello, I'm 'The Production Manager'," I replied, shaking his enormous, sweaty hand. A child's puzzle had been put together and made into artwork that he had chosen to hang on the wall behind him.
"I wanted to start by letting you know that this in not a full time job," I couldn't pull my eyes from his hideous mouth. Was he actually chewing a piece of meat?
"Well, thanks for your time Rick, but I'm really only looking for full time employment," I look away from him, disgusted by every last thing in the entire office. A piece of chewed gum is stuck to the underside of the corner of his desk.
"I'm going to put your name in our computer, and, if anything full time pops up we'll keep you in consideration. I have to be honest, though, we haven't actually had any full time openings in about 3 years," blah.... blah..... blah......
Why in the hell did they call me and set up an interview for? This was a complete bust.
"Ok, thank you Rick, I appreciate that. I've taken the liberty to bring my resume and references for you to review, if you could please file this with my application, I'd appreciate it," was I on crack?? This was absolutely the last place on earth I want to work! I've definitely got to work on shutting off auto-pilot once in a while.
"Ok, will do," handing my resume over I get up to leave. I couldn't help but wonder just how someone like this makes it into a position of management. In my worst nightmare my old coworkers could never have sunk to this level, not even Big Dog.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Turning Over a New Leaf
The Production Manager is no more.......
Sofia and I have been out of work now for almost a year and so much has happened.
To start it off, we have both decided to go back to school! Imagine that! Never in my wildest dreams could I have concieved the notion I would be a college student in my mid thirties.
Believe me, it has been an eye opening experience.
While I was initially worried I would be the oldest student in all of my classes, I have since discovered that I'm actually the median age. What I had thought would be a tough road to travel has actually been quite smooth, I'm so glad I've taken on this new challenge.
And my fellow classmates!! Post material for years to come......
Then there is the homefront. I've had my baby and she is nearly 10 months old now. It's amazing how much you can forget about being a mother of a tiny infant. I finally have a daughter. So tiny, so cute, so many emerging teeth.....
Funny how a burping, farting, pooping, biting machine can win your heart over without so much as a single effort. If a 40 year old were exhibiting the same behaviors you would be recoiling in horror just at the sight of him.
I also have a high schooler now. My oldest son is in 9th grade and I have suddenly become a social parriah. We can no longer be seen in public together and it is socially unacceptable for him to sit in the front seat when we drive places. I gain pleasure from this new twist on things, however, by hugging him in public and asking him if he's got any armpit hair yet at the dinner table.
Might as well have a little fun with it while I can!
And my youngest son.... My little guy. As much as I try not to I can't help buy favor him. Always hugging me, always telling me he loves me. I'm taking advantage of every moment I can.
I could go on, but I think I'll save more for future posts. It's time for Sophia and I to catch everyone up on the new developments.
Sofia and I have been out of work now for almost a year and so much has happened.
To start it off, we have both decided to go back to school! Imagine that! Never in my wildest dreams could I have concieved the notion I would be a college student in my mid thirties.
Believe me, it has been an eye opening experience.
While I was initially worried I would be the oldest student in all of my classes, I have since discovered that I'm actually the median age. What I had thought would be a tough road to travel has actually been quite smooth, I'm so glad I've taken on this new challenge.
And my fellow classmates!! Post material for years to come......
Then there is the homefront. I've had my baby and she is nearly 10 months old now. It's amazing how much you can forget about being a mother of a tiny infant. I finally have a daughter. So tiny, so cute, so many emerging teeth.....
Funny how a burping, farting, pooping, biting machine can win your heart over without so much as a single effort. If a 40 year old were exhibiting the same behaviors you would be recoiling in horror just at the sight of him.
I also have a high schooler now. My oldest son is in 9th grade and I have suddenly become a social parriah. We can no longer be seen in public together and it is socially unacceptable for him to sit in the front seat when we drive places. I gain pleasure from this new twist on things, however, by hugging him in public and asking him if he's got any armpit hair yet at the dinner table.
Might as well have a little fun with it while I can!
And my youngest son.... My little guy. As much as I try not to I can't help buy favor him. Always hugging me, always telling me he loves me. I'm taking advantage of every moment I can.
I could go on, but I think I'll save more for future posts. It's time for Sophia and I to catch everyone up on the new developments.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
THE LAST WEEKS
Yes,4 weeks till the next shift is gone.
First shift except people that want to
go and help people at the plant that closed us.
Not me I have to move on and find other work.
First shift except people that want to
go and help people at the plant that closed us.
Not me I have to move on and find other work.
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