Enter week two of job hunting. Yay! Today I had an interview for a food and beverage position at an elite health club. Yes, ironic I know, considering my movements for the last eight weeks have somewhat resembled those of a South American sloth. On a side note, I recently read on Wikipedia (the world's most reliable resource) that some species of sloth have been documented eating human faeces from open latrines. Isn't that interesting and disturbing all at once?
And now returning to the story at hand. I say elite because the health club is quite fancy. I think purely based on the fact that it's called a 'health club' and not a gym, gives it added sophistication. I felt a little out of place rocking up in my black skinny jeans, strolling amongst the best and brightest of the Toronto Financial District, dressed in their professional athletic apparel. There were some ladies limbering up in their all whites over by the squash courts that looked like they were about to face off against Commonwealth Games gold medalist and world number six, Kasey Brown. Just sayin'.
If nothing else, today's meeting with Denis, the French-Canadian food and beverage manager / chef, has given me an iota of hope that my resume must not be too shabby. He said there were over 60 applicants and I was one of nine that were being interviewed. I will hopefully know by the end of the week if I have secured a second interview. It all seems a little O.T.T for a hospitality position, but I guess they've got to find someone that fits the bill. I feel a little bit guilty now, knowing the great lengths that Denis is going to to find a suitable counter attendant / barista, that I lied and said I would be here permanently. I have no idea how long I'm going to be here for. But hey, sometimes you've just got to do what you've got to do. After all, I need to be able to support myself and my drinking habits. Oh, and the free gym membership and health cover would be saaaawwweeeet!
Anyway, I'll keep you posted. Literally.
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