February 10th, 2002

beachy

Yay! An Interview!

I never thought I'd be cheering to have an interview at a food service job, but nevertheless...

Woohoo! Interview at Starbucks tomorrow morning! That might actually lead to ... a job! Any kind of job! Money that's actually mine again!

This is a new store, still getting the finishing touches, due to open Tuesday. It's a drive-through of all the silly things ... something about as un-Starbucksey as I can possibly imagine ... they're really working to earn that reputation as "the McDonald's of coffee service." As I suspected, the application I put in at the other store never made it to the manager of this one; I don't know why they even made the pretense of taking it.

After not hearing anything for a week, I decided last Wednesday that the next day I would take a resume in by hand, as there were starting to be people other than hard-hatted construction workers around. Unfortunately, Laurie was home sick Thursday, and when I tried Friday, there was no manager around. But today, I finally connected with him, a tall guy by the name of Matt, who looked at my resume and said, "Oh! You're a graphic artist! My girlfriend is a graphic artist."

A graphic artist who's got the dot-com cooties, I thought in response. A graphic artist who not only doesn't get calls back, he has to scuffle quick to avoid the door hitting him on the behind after every interview. A graphic artist who had work around the block at the beginning of 2001, and was a pariah at the end. Le sigh.

Oh well, enough of that. I'm sick of graphics anyway. And until I find a new vocation that works, Starbucks would be a good stopgap. It's across the street, it involves something I like, and they were listed last week in Fortune magazine as one of the 100 best companies in the country to work for. And supposedly they pay well as counterside jobs go, so sure, I'll take that. Who knows, I may very well end up loving it there.

Problem is, I don't want to let myself get too excited by the prospect, until I actually have the job -- because if I do, it's virtually guaranteed that after the interview, Matt will say, "Well actually, I don't have any more slots open. I just set up the interview to please the district manager. Don't call us."

Hmm. Sound a little burned, don't I?

-The Gneech
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