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:: Thursday, November 10, 2005 ::

:: Temp Job Search ::
I don't know what it is about looking for restaurant jobs in South Beach but to me at least, they sometimes feel like cattle calls. When they interview at Starbucks, they at least manage to treat you like you resemble a human being. At most restaurants interviews are done in groups, you're nothing more than an anonymous face with a number and you have 30 seconds to stand out from everyone else.

Part of it could be because SoBe has so many upscale, trendy, terminally hip, celebrity hot spots that charge $300 for a damn bottle vodka that you could make more as a bartender at one of these joints than a doctor in their first year of residency that so many people move here seeking full time work as career servers and bartenders and students needing part-time work don't get much sympathy.

Or it could be that some of these restaurant managers originally planned on a different career path and due to a lack of talent, ambition, or luck it just didn't work out for them and they like to take it out on the lowly peons so they're don't feel like the only failures in life. Or that some of them are struggling (read: untalented) artists who think that their arty facade is a valid reason to act like douchebags.

There's always the fact that a third of these applicants are unmotivated, slacker potheads that despite being in their mid 20s, haven't quite figured out that showing up at a job interview in a polo shirt and khaki shorts isn't going to leave the best first impression.

Maybe it's because a flamboyantly gay manager asked one of the flamboyantly gay interview-ees for his position on dating co-workers, possibly looking for an answer like "reverse cowboy," "white mosquito," "Manhattan transfer," or something, and leaving the rest of us in the group looking at each other uncomfortably, wondering if we should leave those two alone. Not that there's anything wrong with that. (And don't ask me what those terms mean.)

I wonder why people say I have a dark sense of humor? Hmmm...

:: Miscellaneous Ramblings by Dan-E at 5:41 PM [+] :: | 0 comments

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