The past few days have been rather pootish.
Firstly, during one of my parents’ Random Vietnamese PartiesTM, all the power in the house blacked out except for my parents room, probably because there were a half dozen steam/rice cookers running in the kitchen along with a few computers and two TVs. I’m only currently able to type this because of a web of extension cords running out of my parents’ room.
(life without the internet is weeeeeird)
Yesterday, I went to go apply for a job at some place calling for “high school graduates and college students looking for a job in sales.” Jobless because the place where I tutored is out for the summer (or because they put the kids back in their cages), I poked around my room for something resembling business attire and drove downtown with my sister.
The interview started exceedingly well, first with me sitting in the interviewer’s chair, then bumping into his desk as I walked over to my side. After giving me exactly three condescending looks, he said, “Everything on your application looks good Charlie, come back tomorrow at 10 AM for your second interview!”
He also made a very strong point about wearing business attire, while eyeing my green button-up shortsleeve shirt.
I didn’t come back this morning, because as I sat in bed last night, I began to ponder exactly what the position of “one-on-one sales negotiator” meant. Going in, talking to a client, showing them pictures, taking my shirt off, etc…
My sister goes in for her second interview on Monday. I’m trying to convince her to tell them I’m in labor.