Job Hunt

Yes, I know, I haven’t done a “Week in Australia” blog since part 2. After deciding to stay here longer I thought maybe doing a blog a week like that would get pretty redundant. Blogging about cool vacationy stuff is one thing, blogging about sitting around with your house-mate playing Left 4 Dead is quite another and not very exciting to read.

Anyway, I’ve been yelled at to blog more so I’m going to try and get better about writing something at least once a week. Maybe it’ll be about me, maybe it’ll be about something that I need to rant about, but either way I’ll try to get one up a week.

This week I had a job interview! I’ve said it to a few people before but I found it odd that I had been applying for every place I could think of for 3 months in the States. Come down here and in a week I had two callbacks.

The first place that contacted me to interview sent me a text message to call them. I called them and it said “The number you’ve dials has been disconnected.” Tried it again to make sure, got the same thing. So I missed out on spending two days taking inventory for some company that I don’t even know what they sell.

I may have been applying to take inventory of body parts or something.

The one I DID get to talk to was at JB Hi-Fi, an electronics/entertainment type shop. Think Best Buy with yellow all over the place instead of blue.

So Emma took me to get slacks and a nice shirt. Prettying me up for the interview. Despite looking “really hot” I was uncomfortable as hell in those clothes. The pants didn’t stop any bit of wind from coming through so my legs were freezing. The shirt was making me overheat. So the only comfortable bit was my middle where the shirt was tucked into my pants and they could fight over making me warm or cold.

I go in, a few minutes early, and kinda wonder around looking at stuff after telling one of the worker bees that I’m there for an interview. The boss man comes out and takes me into the back.

He looks over my stuff and asked me questions about it, you know the kind of stuff they do in job interviews. And I had to bite my tongue at two moments.

The first was.
Him: “You worked at Willamette Falls Hospital.”
Me: “Yes I did.”
Him: “So what’s that place then?”

Uhm…a HOSPITAL! They’re called the same here as they are there!

The second was.
Him: “Well, we’re actually looking for someone with more retail experience than this.”

Then why the hell am I here!? You could have told me you didn’t want me over the phone and it would have saved me getting dressed up in these uncomfortable-ass clothes and spending an hour on a bus!

So it was a little disheartening. I would have loved to work there.

But the hunt continues. So it seems.