>I knew for about eight months that I was leaving my life as a death investigator so that I could come to California to be with the man of my dreams. In a desperate attempt to move out to California I applied for work everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE! Pet stores, office supply stores, retail stores. Positions that included working as a cashier, a secretary, a librarian. I went looking for teaching positions and tutoring opportunities. The first week that I began looking for work I bet I filled out about thirty applications online and sent out twenty letters of interest with resumes.
Sadly, I learned that because I had a midwest address, the west coast was not interested in hiring me — or so I thought.
Near the end of August, I came out to Sunny, Southern California (HA! Sunny my ass! It’s done nothing but rain the last three weeks!) to visit my boyfriend. While I was out here I used the opportunity to go door-to-door for work. The first place I went to was one of the major pet supply retailers. It was simple, I saw that they were advertising for full time cashiers and groomers (training provided). I walked in with a resume, asked for the manager and left with an interview scheduled the next day. Of course, the manager I spoke with did not like me for either of those two positions. He did, however, take an interest in interviewing me for a store manager position. Rock on!
Before the interview could take place, I had to fill out an online application. No problem. Part of the application process consisted of filling out a personality test. The test consisted of questions like “Do you think theft is bad? Would you embezzle if you had the chance? Answers: Yes and No. Then there were questions like; “Do you like balloons?” Which color scares you, Red or Navy?” Basically, the test was a giant crock of shit and not one question asked actually pertained to an individual’s ability to perform the required duties. But, I took my time filling it out and submitted the application.
The next day, as I was getting dressed for my interview the store manager called.
Manager: When you filled out that online application….was there some kind of test for you to
take….like a personality test.
Me: I think so.
Manager: But there were a bunch of questions at the end of the application.
Me: Yeah. Close to a hundred I think.
I really don’t like silence.
Manager: Well….the thing is…..you didn’t pass the personality test.
Manager: Yeah…..you have to pass the personality test in order to be interviewed and I can’t override the system.
Me (very confused): So….what does that mean?
Manager: I can’t interview you because you didn’t pass the personality test.
Manager: I’m sorry. I don’t know what to tell you.
OH MY GOD! I suck! I completely suck!
Me: Well. Thank you for your time and the opportunity.
I can’t believe I didn’t pass a personality test. Serial killers can pass….why can’t I pass? Stupid personality test.
Needless to say…..I will not be working for that pet supply store anytime….EVER!
Back to the want ads!