Escape!

Chad realized a few things once he started working at Kneaders,

1. Waking up at 4 am every Saturday is horrible, awful, no good and rotten
2. Working 10 hour (or longer) shifts with absolutely no break is just as ridiculous
3. He wasn't getting paid enough to make any of this even kinda worth it.
4. I also did not like waking up that early to take him to work, and he in turn loved riding his bike in 100 degree weather to come pick up the car after work. whine, whine, whine....

So Chad started handing out more resumes and within the week had himself a shiny new job that didn't involve food, gross non skid shoes, or 4am. #Winning

In fact the woman who interviewed him loved him so much she told him that he didn't realize just how much he had to offer and instead of just offering him a sales associate position, she wanted him to be an assistant manager.

He's now working at White House Black Market and the women there literally cannot get enough of him. They love his style, the customers are constantly asking who they can leave great comments to about him, and his manager is loving him to bits. He's getting paid more since he's an assistant manager and we both don't have to wake up before the sun. Woot! In addition to that Chad's excited to be working somewhere where he can dress nice, get paid decent, and dress women. Because, let's be honest, having Chad dress you? That's the dream.

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Once upon a time I worked at Big Apple Bagel. It was Summer and I needed a part time job. I put on a skirt and some heels and got ready to wander around handing out resumes. I was hired at the first place I stopped at, mostly, I think, because I could present myself as a well dressed and put together person. Ha, I'm good like that at interviews. They never know what hits them when I wander in a couple months later with glasses on and unbrushed, ponytail hair. Anyways.... we're getting off track here.

I agreed to work the afternoon shifts after I was trained.... the next day.... at 5:30 am. So I went out and found the required blue polo shirt at Salvation Army, just one mind you, that I wore all summer long. I showed up the next day, half asleep and confused as to what I had actually agreed to. Just in case you don't already know, I'm not a morning person. I had survived 4 years of early morning church classes at 6 am in high school and thought that I was free from the hell that is the early morning. Wrooong. By the way, all those people who tell you that you get used to the early morning wake ups for Seminary.... they are lying.

Back to the bagels, I spent the next 4 months working there from 5:30 am to noon. That's right, no afternoon shifts for me. Tricky tricky. It was actually pretty nice, even though I worked with someone who would routinely get drunk and pass out in the bathrooms. I got tons of free bagels and brought home bagel sandwiches almost every time I worked for lunch. And, since I was young and head over heels for a certain someone, I could then spend all afternoon with him, when I wasn't at The Chocolate Moose. That certain someone definitely wasn't a morning person. The benefits barely beat out that 5:30 am start time.

Summer eventually ran out, I went back to school and ever since I've managed to secure jobs that don't require me to be out of bed before the sun is also awake. (Except for Michigan winters of course because there the sun dies for 6 months) Oh 9am, you are glorious.

Then a week ago, a certain mister decided to go on the hunt for a part time job. And trust me, out here, it's a hunt. After only a couple days he was in luck! Our beloved Kneaders were more than happy to have him work there. So... we have somehow managed to find ourselves in a familiar situation, one of us working at a bakery, scheduled start time, 5:30 am. As a one car family, it's a start time for both of us. And while I'm not a morning person, Chad really isn't a morning person. Once again those pesky benefits: Kneaders goodies, a set schedule, All of Sunday and Saturday afternoons off, no night shifts and most importantly, having the whole afternoon to work on his Photography.

Wish us luck peeps, we may need it.

Oh... and they lived happily ever after.

Carny no more!

I got a phone call bright and early Monday morning from a Dr.'s office offering me a job!!! I don't think I can even tell you how excited I was!!! I don't have to stand outside in the 100 degree weather this summer working a carousel? Awesome! I am super pumped about this job, the office is small but busy. The hours? Perfect! Monday thru Thursday 9-4 and some Fridays from 9-12. Hello awesome hours! I start on Thursday to get my feet wet so I don't mess everything up when I'm there alone for a day or so next week! I will be channeling Noelle as I get used to working the front desk as well as in the back!

Worst "Interview" Ever

As of late I've been able to find quite a few jobs to apply to. I found one listing on craigslist that sounded like it would actually be a lot of fun, a Nutritionist/Dietician. I didn't apply to it at first because I am not a Nutritionist or Dietician but after talking with Chad and my mom figured, what the heck!, might as well apply! The posting said that you would be working with clients and forming meal plans and working with them on their diet. You needed to know about the body and how it worked and interacted with food. I'm a biology major, I got this! So I sent in my resume.

Later that day I got a response from Jared saying that he'd love to meet with me! Awesome! I was excited to go in and see if I could get this job. I googled the company and got a glimpse of what was in store for me. They only had a facebook page, something about healthy fast food... oh no. I remained optimistic about it until the next afternoon (the day I was to go in for the "interview") when I saw another ad on craigslist:

Men or women 18 yrs. or older
1-866-673-1341 leave mess.
Must like Network marketing
Business Breifing Thur. nights
call for time and place.
Add an extra $500 or more to your income
part time.

Oh no. I had a sneaking suspicion that this was the same thing that I was going to. I had my appointment all set up though and I really wanted it to be something awesome so I got myself all ready, straightened my hair, makeup on, skirt, heels, the whole works and went out to get myself a job.

The inside of the building was neon green. There were 20 women all inside. When I opened the door I was assaulted with club music. No. No. No. I asked some random woman for Jared, but he was out in the alley on a phone call. Middle aged women kept trying to get me to drink some sort of weird herby tea magical drink stuff, I declined 5 times. Everyone had buttons on and a friend with them. I sat awkwardly and watched someone come in dressed in pajamas. And then another girl in those horrible baggy bondage pant things with all the chains and things hanging off of them. Everyone else was in jeans and t-shirts. Some girl asked me how I had heard about this and what got me interested. Yeah.... I don't even know what this is. I chatted with her for a while hoping that Jared would finally come in and I could tell him that this isn't what I was looking for. I was looking for a JOB. Not some extra income. "Hi, yes, I would like some extra income to supplement the $0.00 I am currently making". No thanks. Jared wasn't coming, however, the women kept coming with their magical potions trying to suck me into their world. I kept hearing people say, "It looks like we're about to start" and "We should begin any minute now". I needed to get OUT. I was not going to stay through their whole, sell our tea presentation and I wasn't going to get to give Jared the con man the courtesy of an explanation due to important business in the back alley. So I looked at my phone, tried to sound like something important had happened and excused myself from chatting with the way too enthusiastic sales girl to make a phone call. I high tailed it to my car and without looking back, peeled out of there as fast as I could. While the job prospect was a giant fail at least I didn't have to sit through some awful presentation pretending to be interested in selling tea.

Hopefully the next interview will go better, and actually be an interview, for an actual job.

Anyone else have any interview stories? Please share... the good, bad, ugly and funny! Make me feel better about my crazy "interview"!

Oh Tuesday...

Today was full of:

Which was followed by a lot of job hunting. I hit up every medical office I could find in St. George that was in any way vein related. After that I went into a D.O.'s office. His practice sounded really interesting and the person in charge of hiring was also from Michigan! We chatted for a minute even though they weren't hiring and said she'd put my resume at the top. We'll see how it goes. After a long afternoon here's how I ended the day....