Showing Initiative - original work
Jul. 18th, 2009 09:07 pmShowing Initiative
I thought that today was going to be same old same old. I had a job interview in the afternoon for this beauty salon. It was a really classy expensive place. It would be my eighth interview for the week and it was only Thursday. I wasn’t doing that good. I think I had too strong of a personality for some of them. Maybe because I was so sure of myself, I sounded arrogant. I don’t know. I was getting sick of this but I really needed the money.
So here I was sitting in a chair in this really enclosed space with the manager sitting on the desk, and I was giving my spiel. The man looked utterly bored, like it wasn’t his idea to hire new people and listening to me was the last thing he wanted to do. I was just about to say forget it and walk out the door when I heard a commotion.
I completely ignored the manager and stood up carefully opening the door to look out. In my gut I just felt something wasn’t right. I couldn’t see much down the hall leading out to the merchandize floor, but then I heard a gun shot. I turned back to the manager and he looked in shock, like he was going to pass out.
I carefully closed the door and fished out my cell phone. Within minutes I’d explained everything to the police. I didn’t try any heroics, I wasn’t stupid. And a couple intense hours later the police escorted us out of the building.
Later I got a call from the manager saying that I had the job if I wanted it. I told him no thanks. I was thinking as I went to my next job interview that I wanted a manager who could handle a crisis. Not force me to handle it for him.
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