Wandering the streets San Francisco the past few days while my husband, the Original Obnoxious One, attends a work conference,
I’ve had time to ponder how to influence people and land the job of your dreams. I thought I knew a thing or ten about this, but I will
grudgingly freely admit that the Original Obnoxious One is a master at it – hands are shaken, witty jokes are made and business cards exchanged. Apparently some of this personality and piazzas has rubbed off on our son, the Obnoxious One as he clearly has the gift of the gab and the charm of the Irish. (just not the luck – yet!)
The Obnoxious One landed a plum position interning at a very successful property management company for a month and then somehow talked his way into interning for a small law practice. I know, just what the world needs these days is another lawyer, but hey, a guy’s got to pursue his dreams. And it could’ve been worse – he could have decided to become an accountant like his dear old mom. Really!
As for my daughter, the Weird One, what we did expect? Well, to be honest, I never know what to expect, but don’t you worry – the Demon Child is never totally out of sight. Back in June, a week before school ended, the Weird One decided she should look for a job. The past several summers she’s worked at a YMCA residential camp,
but was determined to do something different this summer. Since she didn’t get her act together until late, I wasn’t very hopeful, but I thought maybe she could get a job as a barista. After all, in Vancouver we take our coffee very, very seriously, so there are tons and tons and tons of coffee shops. While she did apply to a few, she thought she’d have a better chance of getting something at the new local food market as a number of her friends work there. So she filled out the paper work and lo and behold they set up an interview with her. There was only one problem – the interview was the day after school ended. Not to worry though, as her appointment was set for 2 pm.
So the day of the interview, she set her alarm for 1 pm…and then slept in until 2:00! I ‘d been up and out of the house for hours, not thinking about my darling daughter. Until I heard her
scream screech, “MOM!!!”
I advised her to phone and apologize profusely, and then ask politely if they could reschedule her interview. Somehow my advice went in one ear and out the other, for this is the conversation I heard:
“Hi there, my name is xxx and I have an interview today at 2:30 but unfortunately I slept in because I’m so jet lagged and I’m really sorry but I’m so jet lagged ’cause I just got back from Europe, and yeah, I’m so jet lagged ’cause I was in Paris for a few days…
but I’m really interested in your company, but I was just in Paris and still really jet lagged, but now I really want to work as a cashier or shelf – stocker or anything, so do you think I could come see you later today for my interview?”
While the poor person on the other end of the conversation responded to the preposterous story spun but the Weird One, I gaped at my darling daughter in amazement.
“Oh, I see, so today won’t work and you can only see me a week today? Okay, well, I’m really really sorry and I promise I’ll be on time next week and I promise I won’t be jet lagged! And yes, Paris was nice. Thank you very much.”
Darling, it’s one thing to tell a tiny little white lie, but a whopper?! We are not the kind of folks who fly off Paris every other weekend for a couple of days. You do realize a direct flight from Vancouver, which is tough to get, is at least 10 hours ?!
“Mom, I know…I was just so tired I didn’t know what I was saying.”