Now I know why I can't get a job at retail, restaurants or anywhere in the service industry. I'm not attractive and socially average enough to be an asset. There's a template in the industry that guides their HR people and the low-level manager when looking for new employees to man (or woman?) the front-cashiers/desk of their operations. It all comes down to several simple rules. Smiling is one of them. I guess managing a devious grin does not fall under the 'smiling' category. So that's why. But I'm glad I never managed to stick around the service industry for long enough to become affectionate, and God forbid, attached enough to my job. Bless my parents for telling me to concentrate on other things. Such as uni. And slacking off. Bless 'em.
As for me, I'd rather work a shitty full-time job in the middle of fucking nowhere and earn shitloads of money so I can kick back, watch pr0n and play video games at the end of the day. And not having to flip chicken breasts 6 hours a day. I'd rather flip some other kind of breasts, if you know what I mean. What up?!
Sunday, 28 September 2008
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