I had a job interview today with the oh-so glamourous Marks and Spencer.
I was a little nervous but it went alright. I was just shitting myself about this practical assessment thing.
What they wanted me to do was go downstairs into the shop, with Clare (my interviewer) behind me marking me. I had to start up conversations with random people and look like I knew what the fuck I was doing.
First lady, she was great. Nice and helpful and chatty.
When I tried to find my second... victim... I went up and introduced myself to this old woman and she was like "sorry, sweetheart I can't talk. No. My husband is dying."
I actually nearly cried right there and then.
I was a little nervous but it went alright. I was just shitting myself about this practical assessment thing.
What they wanted me to do was go downstairs into the shop, with Clare (my interviewer) behind me marking me. I had to start up conversations with random people and look like I knew what the fuck I was doing.
First lady, she was great. Nice and helpful and chatty.
When I tried to find my second... victim... I went up and introduced myself to this old woman and she was like "sorry, sweetheart I can't talk. No. My husband is dying."
I actually nearly cried right there and then.
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to try and attract a younger crowd, they had hired a dj to play pumping underground house. only thing was they had put him by the food hall.
didn't look that cool next to the buy one get one free oranges section!
see ya