So here's how it all happened.
This morning I'm all "it's a new day! A new day to spend fruitlessly hunting for jobs! Yay."
That takes me to the world wide internet where I click "next" a million times before coming to a job on the jobs website that I'm qualified for and fits my schedule.
Custodial work. 4 pm - 8 pm.
Well. Since I've applied for everything out there and nothing seems to be working surrrrre why not.
The application called for my resume {went ahead and attached that for the thousandth time} and the answers to three questions. 1. Why would you be a good fit for custodial work? 2. Give an example of your attention to detail. 3. What is the funnest thing you did this summer?
Armed with sarcasm due to a haunting feeling that no one actually reads the email applications I send out and confusion as to whether or not the word "funnest" really existed or my mind was playing tricks on me... I sent it in.
My application was 100% honest, despite the fact that my mother always tells me to fabricate on applications {I'm sure that's good advice and what everyone else does but I can't bring myself to do it}. My application was also over the top enthusiastic. "Gee, I just love cleaning buildings!!! :D" There were more exclamation marks in that baby than in any peppy texts I've sent out in the last month combined.
I did not expect a reply.
Well, just a short four hours later the guy emails me saying "I love your enthusiasm! Can you make it to an interview tomorrow?"
Why, yes. Yes, I can.
And that is how, through exhaustion, honesty, and enthusiasm, I nailed an interview in four hours.
