Last time on 50 Dollars and a Prayer, the fate of this intrepid entrepreneur was still hanging in the balance. But there are still a few tricks up those weather beaten sleeves. If you are new to the blog you can “CATCH UP HERE” on previous episodes before continuing on.
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July 2014
The only thing worse than a dealing with a cocky female is
dealing with a young cocky female, and the one standing in front of me was
getting on my last nerve. I was at the reception desk of a posh hotel awaiting
my interview.
(I know, I know, in all of the excitement you had forgotten
about my pending interview).
But there I was a week after my first attempt at an
interview at this hotel watching this baby in lipstick attempting to display a
level of intellect that was clearly way beyond her comprehension.
This girl was so dumb she thought she was smart.
This girl was so dumb she thought she was smart.
What she was in fact was a young pretty, light skinned girl
who had been given a position because she was a young pretty, light skinned
girl. Unfortunately even to this day some hotels still display only the “whitest”
of black people in front of their paying guests.
However I digress. The baby with lipstick was insisting that
I had missed my interview that, it was in fact an hour before. I am sure that
those of you who read about my Previous Interview at this hotel can appreciate why I was now on the verge of instigating a Jerry
Springer style beat down at the front desk.
Just for a moment I did contemplate dragging her skinny butt
across the desk and throwing her into the fountain. But instead I went into my
handbag and produced the letter with the revised date and time of my interview.
I handed it over; the child read it and announced that the date had passed.
I began grinding my teeth again!
I looked at her for a long long time, how is it possible I
thought. How can one human being have contained within them such an enormous
amount of stupidity? I pointed to the side note that was written by the
receptionist I met the last time I was there. The child then informed me that
the receptionist that wrote that note was no longer employed at the hotel.
I looked at her in bewilderment and asked “WHAT ON EARTH HAS
THAT GOT TO DO WITH ME?”
I was beginning to get a headache and I could tell that this
conversation was only going to go downhill from that point. The child stated
that the former receptionist could not be called upon to confirm that she had
in fact written the side note.
OK I’d had it at this point. It was clear to me that I could
no longer continue to converse with this imbecile. I demanded to speak to the
duty manager. After some posturing and huffing and puffing the baby paged the
duty manager.
Along came another baby. I sighed!
I explained my predicament to baby number two and to my
shock she seemed to grasp my explanation quite easily. I was asked to take a
seat while she went to human resources. I had a feeling of déjà vu; however
after just a short time, baby number two returned and asked me to follow her.
Too my surprise I was taken to the human resources manager.
Yet another baby offered me a seat. It was beginning to look
as though this hotel did not hire anyone over the age of 25. I sat down and I have to say I was absolutely
in no humour to be having an interview, but I was there and so I put my best
face on. It was what I considered to be a good interview. I was asked relevant
questions and I responded to them in my usual polished professional manor.
The human resources manager informed me that I was the most
qualified person she had interviewed so far and that if it was up to her she
would offer me the job.
*Shocked face*
Erm, so who is it up to then? I thought. I suppose she could
see the question written on my face and told me that she recommends applicants
to the food and beverage manager and he makes the final decision as to who is
hired.
Hmm OK!
I was asked to return the following day for a second
interview with the food and beverage manager. I accepted and was about to leave
when I had a thought. I asked the lady if she would mind giving me the second
interview date in writing considering what I had already been through she
smiled and told me that would not be necessary.
Instead she accompanied me to reception and informed baby
number one that I would be returning the following day and to have me brought
to her office the moment I arrive. Baby number one did not like that one little
bit, but all she could do was smile and confirm her orders, and of course I had
to give her my “tek dat” smile.
The following day I returned for my second interview. I was
happy confident and looking forward to this latest challenge. The baby
receptionist from the day before escorted me to the human resources manager.
The food and beverage manager was already seated in her office. The
introductions were made and the interview began.
Sometime later I was offered a cup of coffee and taken on a
tour of the kitchens. I was introduced to the head chef I would be working with
if hired. We chatted for a while and then returned to the office. The food and
manager told me that he would very much like to hire me. I was qualified, experienced;
I had great references and seemed to have the right personality for the job.
At this point I felt a huge internal sigh of relief. Thank
God. I so needed this job. Thank you Father! But it seemed I was premature.
After showering me with a great deal of praise the food and beverage manager
threw a curve ball at me that left me dazed and confused.
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WHAT DID HE SAY???
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find out J
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