Argh. Argh. Interview. Argh.
Ages ago, I applied for loads of jobs since the Cobblers were going to be out of season and, as great as watching every game for free sounds, it wasn’t a viable option to really… keep as a job.
So I applied around the houses. ASDA, Comet, even Pertemps again just for some sort of job to bring some money in. I was applying for anything any student could do while still being able to do lessons. There were even some places offering to become a clinical drugs trialist. Sorry, but I don’t have ADHD. Tough love. There were even cool sounding ‘Secret Shoppers’, who go in to stores and buy stuff just with a hidden camera to evaluate customer service. You got to keep what you shopped for with their money, but it was only for people 18 and over. Darn.
When the rejections started coming through, and a reapplication for Sixfields came too, I wasn’t expecting any other jobs. I was even going to ask Jack to pick me up an application form for Sainsbury’s Cafe tomorrow.
But then I get home and there’s a message on 1571. It was a request for an interview with me. At PC World. *stunned* Out of all of them, I wasn’t expecting them to offer me an interview. But “Weekend Flexi Hours” sounded too perfect a opportunity to let pass.
So now I’ve got an interview for them next week after school. Argh. What to do. What to say. What to bring…
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