Every retail job I've had, the comic relief has always been what some people will wear/say/do when they are applying to work there. I just can't believe how clueless some people can be. I've compiled a list of donts, because the do's list would just be the opposite, and it's more fun this way.
DON'T come with your mom, dad, or bff.
DON'T let your mom ask for applications on your behalf. I'm always tempted to put stars on these so I know with whom they're coming back.
DON'T wear a t-shirt, but especially an inappropriate one. "That's not what your mom said last night.."
DON'T wear your lulu's/jeans/sweater. Dress fancy, or at least as dressed up as you would need to be to work there.
DON'T try to apply to a place that's super busy, it's annoying.
DON'T ask for a pen if you're dumb enough not to have brought one with you to fill out the application. It's also annoying. Ask another store. Buy one. Take it home and drop it off later.
DON'T wear anything see through, too short or too low. It's gross.
DON'T put your resume down on the counter and slide it over.
DON'T throw your resume at me.
DON'T roll out of bed and show up. Combs were invented a 100 years ago for a reason.
DON'T look dumb faced when you're asked why you would want to work here. That means you don't. Have a half intelligent/thought out answer for this one.
DON'T apply somewhere you don't want to work. It shows.
Dammit people, you're making a first impression on someone. The likelihood of you being the only one who applied is slim. Don't give them an obvious reason to put you in the "NO!" pile.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
I can’t help but laugh every time I hear a radar alert on the radio in the morning. “Also, there’s radar on this street so watch your speed people!” If I was that cop, I would just pack up my shit and move...who doesn't listen to their radio in the car? It feels like elementary school when the teacher left to photocopy, or count to ten or whatever they did, and havoc would ensue. And then the watcher would always YELL, “teacher’s coming!” and everyone would sit straight in their desks with their hands folded. And we wondered how they knew. I wonder if all the cars start going the speed limit on that street after a radar alert? Just like our elementary school teacher, I bet the cop knows better.