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Monday, September 23, 2002
Wal*Mart, I miss you!
I just filled out an application for a position at Taco Bell. They told me I had to stay there and fill it out, even though I told them that I had neither a pen nor a list of references and their contact information. They assured me that it didn't matter. Then the guy across the counter handed me a two page application, a test booklet, and an answer sheet.
I had just finished taking a Bio test. The Taco Bell application had more questions than and took longer for me to complete than (and rivaled in difficulty) the Bio exam. Most of the questions in the booklet pertained to how much I would hate my co-workers and customers, how much money I was going to steal, and how many times I was going to be late. I answered appropriately.
I would have been worried that I had answered too appropriately, but when I handed back the application (after an hour of filling it out), the guy behind the counter (whom I assumed was some sort of manager) just glanced down at the times I had written that I would be available to work and looked back up at me saying, "We'll get back to you as soon as we look this over."
Wal*Mart, Wal*Mart, why have you forsaken me?
| Mr. McBastard | 4:33 PM | | |
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