I’m dog walkin, yes indeed I’m walkin

So as most of you know I had an interview coming up for a dog walker, yes I’m moving on up to the high life. Typically to a job interview you wear your smartest gear and try to look as professional as possible. With that in mind, what in the hell does one wear to an interview for walking dogs? Typically for an interview, as I’m an expert at these now, I try on a couple outfits, see what Tim thinks, put my every day wear makeup on, do my hair and I’m out the door. For this job I tried on one pair of shorts, they almost made it up to my vagina, yea yea I’m victim to such shorts too, I never said practice what I preach. So those shorts were out, so I ended up with a pair of jean shorts that went to my knees and a nice black tunic. I decided to do my hair because it was looking like a rats nest for the whole previous week; the dogs deserve that of me. I left the hair on my legs for extra effect, and a little mascara so I didn’t look like a total dog…. walker.

Fast forward to the interview. I was there for an hour…yes for an entire hour, but she wasn’t grilling me on my dog walking experiences but telling me how everybody lies to her and there’s a high turnover rate. Seems like my kinda job, I’m a pretty good liar and I switch jobs like I switch my underwear. Oh wait, this isn’t a requirement you say, then why the hell did we talk about this for the ENTIRE interview? Unlike my last two interviews, which I mentioned in another blog I believed to be my best, this interview I barely said two words, just nodded and seemed sympathetic to her horrid workers. So is it the job that’s so bad, or is it the boss I’m thinking, well I had zero time to think about it. She said she had one more interview to do and she’d let me know. I got an email just before writing this saying she thinks I’d be a great fit and I’m hired if I’m still interested. If I’m still interested?? Um, we just met 2 hours ago, should I have ran away by now?

Anyway, I think I’ll take it because it’s a job, and I’m in no position to be turning down jobs at this point. What do you guys think, legit or run away screaming? Now you all can look forward to my future musings of a dog walker.
Mumma C (on my way to the interview below)

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My parents would be so proud

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I had the wonderful joy of experiencing maternity leave, woo woo, getting paid minor ducats for a year to look after my own child. It’s been three months now in a new city, and no job, and let’s just say it isn’t going my way. I’ve applied to countless jobs, went on a few interviews, and nothing. Oddly enough, the interviews I went on I thought were my best interviews to date, but afterwards, not even a call saying, thank you for gracing us with your presence. I’m just a lonely boy, in a lonely world… with no job. My husband said I should start lowering my standards, and maybe suck a dick along the way; I’ve done one of the former. I recently applied for a job as a dog walker with a local business in Kingston, and guess who has an interview? This guy. My wouldn’t my parents be proud, private school tuition, undergrad, and a teaching degree… all so I could pick up poop for minimum wage. I may be scraping the barrel, literally, but a girl’s gotta pay the bills. Besides, if every dog walker movie has taught me anything, and I think it has, it’s the most romantic job; and it’s also how you get rich, handsome men to fall in love with you. Maybe this one can be my side sugar daddy who pays my bills and rent for me, and my dog walking is just a cover.
Let’s hope I get to live out my dream of living the minimum wage life, and playing with all of god’s creatures. Keep you posted !
Mumma C