i know you love it but this sucks
last week i responded to an ad in the recruit section of the straits times.
Have fun and Earn lots of $$$!
We're looking for:
- event coordinators----$1400
- project team--------$1200
No experience required, training will be provided. ORD personel welcome.
Wow, i thought to myself, not bad at all. So i gave them a call and got an interview. The 'interview' turned out to be more of a briefing than anything else. A briefing that said nothing about wha the company actually did or what any of the applicants would be doing. So claiming that they need to do and on the job assessment of us ( I went with Ernest) we were supposed to come back on Monday morning.
That was today. So this morning both of us bothered to wake up early, get changed, take a bus, get caught in a jam and then, realising that we wouldn't make it, grab a cab to the office. five minutes late. Ok not too bad. We hear the people before we even see them. 10 m from the galss doors we hear shouting and cheering and banging on tables and chairs and even the walls. I give the receptionist a weird look and she just smiles and shrugs. Ok, what the hell are we getting into.
After a while sitting down and hoping the fake walls don't collapse around us from all the shaking, we meet our 'trainers', for want of a better word. Thats what they call themselves anyway. Mine were Ratni and Yana, two Malay girls. They kept up the cloak and dagger shit and just refused to say what the hell it was we were supposed to be doing till after breakfast. So there i was, the only chinese in a group of 6. The two of them brought their friends along for breakfast. No offense but I was feeling more than a little awkward. Ratni ate her food with her hands, and didn't wash them afterward.
I was bloody disappointed when i finally found out what they were doing. They're just bloody door to door salesmen. going around industrial estates of all places selling a privilege card for some bistro that sells western food and coming up with some crap about donating to charity to boot. The scary part is they seem to love it so much. At least thats what they keep telling me. Well I have to admit they're good at it. Hell both of them can speak passable chinese. But its just not my cup of tea. I left at lunch.
I need better luck with the job market.
Have fun and Earn lots of $$$!
We're looking for:
- event coordinators----$1400
- project team--------$1200
No experience required, training will be provided. ORD personel welcome.
Wow, i thought to myself, not bad at all. So i gave them a call and got an interview. The 'interview' turned out to be more of a briefing than anything else. A briefing that said nothing about wha the company actually did or what any of the applicants would be doing. So claiming that they need to do and on the job assessment of us ( I went with Ernest) we were supposed to come back on Monday morning.
That was today. So this morning both of us bothered to wake up early, get changed, take a bus, get caught in a jam and then, realising that we wouldn't make it, grab a cab to the office. five minutes late. Ok not too bad. We hear the people before we even see them. 10 m from the galss doors we hear shouting and cheering and banging on tables and chairs and even the walls. I give the receptionist a weird look and she just smiles and shrugs. Ok, what the hell are we getting into.
After a while sitting down and hoping the fake walls don't collapse around us from all the shaking, we meet our 'trainers', for want of a better word. Thats what they call themselves anyway. Mine were Ratni and Yana, two Malay girls. They kept up the cloak and dagger shit and just refused to say what the hell it was we were supposed to be doing till after breakfast. So there i was, the only chinese in a group of 6. The two of them brought their friends along for breakfast. No offense but I was feeling more than a little awkward. Ratni ate her food with her hands, and didn't wash them afterward.
I was bloody disappointed when i finally found out what they were doing. They're just bloody door to door salesmen. going around industrial estates of all places selling a privilege card for some bistro that sells western food and coming up with some crap about donating to charity to boot. The scary part is they seem to love it so much. At least thats what they keep telling me. Well I have to admit they're good at it. Hell both of them can speak passable chinese. But its just not my cup of tea. I left at lunch.
I need better luck with the job market.
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