We're goin' on a job hunt (repeat x2), we're not scared!

[Beauregard]

Remember that old song, "We're going on a bear hunt (we're going on a bear hunt). We're going on a bear hunt, we're not scared (we're not scared)" and they come to a hill and can't go round, or under, it so they have to go over. Then they come to an insurmountable field of wheat and have to go through it, etc...well, that's how it feels at the moment with Moi and Moi's job hunt.

I have a great, nice, fabulous, loverly, wonderfully, fantastic job at an amazingly fun, friendly, hilarious hotel in a little sea-side village. The people I work with are like a second (third if you count MC as second) family to me.

And...it's closed for renovation till Easter.

In the meantime, I have to find a job...which isn't helpful since I am so afraid of telephones that they may as well have big-wide-jaws-that-bite.

Today I went for a job interview at a restaurant (twice as posh as the place I work) where the Restaurant Mangier was French and could hardly speak a word of English, let alone a phrase, expression, sentence thereof. "What is it that you are schooling?" he asks, leaving me blank-faced and confused.

"How is it that you hold a tray?" Magic, I assume.

"Can you read me from the menu?" Well, certainly, if you are on the menu for Lunch today...

Anyways...I havn't been offered a job, but he said to return in two days at lunch and he would, "Give a training for you life in waiting. And then you come for dinner." (I don't mind if I do). "And again for breakfast, then I tell you. I can tell you are honest, like me. So I tell you straight. You have the good eyes and posture of waiting, but need the training. Agree?" Yes, thank you...

Anyone else out looking for the jorbs? I'll keep you posted.

Beau

 

[King Jim]

Yes, I remember that song. It brings back so many memories.

 

[D'Snowth]

OMG, I thought I was the only one who didn't like telephones!

 

[Ilikemuppets]

I'm currently looking for a job!

 

[TogetherAgain]

I am so afraid of telephones that they may as well have big-wide-jaws-that-bite.

OH MY GOSH ME TOO!!! I will do almost anything to avoid making a phone call. I can answer the phone easy as pie, but calling someone? No thanks! And my family just can't understand it one bit...

Anyway, best of luck to you, Beau! Hope you find a nice, enjoyable job... And if not, well, Easter will get here eventually. <shrug> <<<<<HUG!>>>>>

 

[Teheheman]

I'm going on a bear hunt, but I'm not afraid, got my trusty gun, and my bullets at my side. Can't remember the rest of it, but I can wing it. If I can find a good job that will make me able to use my A/V Production skills to work, or some of the creativity I have, I'll take it in a minute. Have to be in the Cincinnati area though.

Daniel

 

[redBoobergurl]

Hi Beau! I hate using the phone as well. Like Lisa, I don't care if someone calls me, I'll talk to them until I'm horse, but I hate making calls! I think that's actually pretty common. Might have something to do with not being able to see the person on the other line to judge their reactions and stuff.

I know how scary job searches can be. I spent most of last year looking for the job I'm at now and it was getting pretty close to when I was going to be losing my other job before I found this one. My husband just got hired last week after being out of work for four months. It's nerve wracking especially once you get an interview because you want to make a good impression and sometimes it really is hard to read the person who's interviewing you. My advice is to always be yourself though, because if they aren't going to hire you based on who you really are, you probably don't want to work there in the first place!

Good luck with everything, I'm sure it will all work out great!

 

[furryredmonster]

I'm the same way! I can answer the phone and I do all the time, but when it comes to calling someone, no way! It's only when I call someone I know, however. I can call a complete stranger or walk up to some person I don't know and talk, but if I know the person I can't do it. Call me strange.

 

[sarah_yzma]

I'm looking for a summer job already. The one I want is a research position. I put in my application last week and should find out if I get an interview in the next week or two. I'm also applying to be a counselor at a Boy Scout Camp. *whispers* my goal this summer is to not live at home.

 

[Beauregard]

I am saying nothing about your dream to be a counselor at a Boy's Scout Camp. Not a word, young lady.

Ok! Time for an update from me. Today I went for my first morning of "the train for waiting." Arriving, I was demonstrated how to lay up a table. "The sideplates here and here, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp." - The 'bomps' in this case indicating the sound he made each time he put down a sideplate. "And the knife and fork so they are, when guest sits down, they think, in a line." I couldn't help wonding that if he thought in a line there'd be less comma's in his sentences.

Well, I went on, following his example and laying up all the tables. "Bomp, bomp, bomp." When he reappeared declairing something akin to, "Ahh, change of the plans. Friday we have the buffer, so you cancel the tables." Friday? Buffer? Cancel the tables? - I still have no idea what he meant by Friday, I assume he meant Buffet, and clear the tables, which is exactly what I did. And he was impressed with my time-keeping. Well done me!

Well, now it is time for the teaching of holding plates. Miracle of miracles his method worked and I could, in fact, carry three plates at once! Up the room, and back. Up the room, and back. "Watch when I do it," he says, taking them and proceding to glide up the room, waving one arm like some ballet-dancing dying swan. But he had a point, "Look at the guests, at where you are going. Not at the plates. Feel them balanced, not watch."

Then comes...oh my...the pincer-movement. Fork, spoon. Fingers like so, hand like so, and take the various-shaped bread rolls from that plate, to those plates, back to that plate, back to those plates, back to that plate, back to those... - Half an hour later, I was done with the rolls, and had only thrown two halfway across the restaraunt! Applause. I have done well.

So, that was my first day of training my Mr French Restraunt Maniger! I'll be going back tomorrow for more.