Thursday morning I woke up with the birds and put my cutest little outfit I could find. I had round two of interviews with a marketing company. I was so excited! I had a great conversation with the CEO on Wednesday and was ready to jump in head first . When I got to the office there were two other girls there, assuming my competition. We were sitting there for so long that we put our guards down and got to know each other. Alicia was new to Australia and straight from Thailand we jumped right into a conversation about food, beaches and the Thai culture. Eilish was the cutest little Irish chick I have met this side of the hemisphere. She has been traveling all around Australia for about 18 months doing just about everything. My favorite story she told us was how she was doing farm work and she was on an assembly line planting trees. She must have kissed the blarney stone a few times because she got sent to the end of the assembly line, outside, alone for the rest of her three month farming career .
We were told we would have an evaluation at the end of our ½ day trail with Zest Marketing. We met the team we would be working with. A tall and outgoing chap was the manager and said we would be going out to the burbs to get a feel for a day. The two other girls looked like they has rolled out of bed compared to the dress, tights and flat combo all three of the newbies were sporting. As we rode 45 minutes out Alicia was grilling the team leader for the day. She asked all the right questions.
It was pouring down rain when we got off the train and Alicia broke it to the group that this was not the job for her. She had done things like this before and she just was not looking for that right now. We all said bye and she hoped right back on the train. What a little dickens. The competition was slowing being eliminated but my spirits were slipping downhill as I realized there was a reason for the lack of answers and details. We jumped across puddles as we crossed the street to my horror tall manager man said ok this is our office! The three of them dropped their bags, pulled out red cross shirts and had a pep talk how their goal was 3 or 4 people each and talked tactics on how to pull people into a conversation. A few things were running in my mind
-of course I want to help the red cross
-I don’t want to stand in the rain all day
-I am horrible for not wanting to raise money for a good cause
-He did say 90 percent of this job is rejection
-I made up excuses not to talk to these people when I was on my way to work, gym, or meeting friends when I was in Chicago...I could not do this job and have faith in people at the end of the day know I got lied to 100 times.
-I am broke and have no right asking or guilt tripping other hardworking, maybe broke as me people on a daily basis for money
-The only way I will make money is commission
-They have other clients then the red cross who knows what else I will try to get money out of people for
-I need a stable job with reliable income
-I don’t take rejection well
-I will donate one day to the red cross
After I shared those thoughts with you I hope you still respect and understand where I am coming from. With that being said......
I looked at Eilish as the rain drops were dripping on us, we had the same look. We went up to tall manager man and said, “We are going to pull an Alicia. We are really sorry but we both need more stable income and we just would not enjoy this kind of work.” ( I call it BAMboozling people)
We rode the train back together and she gave me some job hunting tips for the city. I got her number, I would also like to consider her a new friend. She is a primary school teacher who was having a hard time finding a job, loves traveling and can find odd jobs….we have more than enough to talk about!
One little side story from Thursday morning. I really had to use the washroom when we got off the train. Now what they have is better then holes in the ground but much scarier. I call them pod bathrooms. You press a button and a door opens automatically and locks you in. There is wonderful music playing, almost like you are waiting in a hotel lobby. To get the toilet to flush you wash your hands, so clean! Well, to get out you have to press another button. I think the sensor was broken and I started panicking that I was stuck in a Sydney futuristic pod bathroom. Don’t worry after about 3 minutes of dancing around and pounding anything that could be some kind of sensor I was released. I don’t think I will be going in one of those again anytime soon.
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