To the Max
After tediously filling out piles of applications in an attempt to find a part-time job, I finally received a call. Tomorrow at 11:30 I will be an Office Max interviewee (yes, that is a word). Doesn't Office Max have those commercials with the hunky guy looking for his rubberband ball? If I get the job, I'd gladly help him search for it... in an empty storage room perhaps? BAD.
I wonder if anyone there will recognize me as one of two crazy gals trying helplessly to pick out paper. Who knew there would be such variety? But now, thanks to some nameless worker, I'm learned on the topic, a bonus for a well-rounded employee. I now will be able to show off my skills at paper selection, as well as wow them with my knowledge of the location of clear tape and poster puddy. What else could anyone possibly ask of an employee?
"What's that sir? You're looking for tape? Sure. Follow me. I've got ya covered. And after that, I'll help you pick out some paper."
I wonder if anyone there will recognize me as one of two crazy gals trying helplessly to pick out paper. Who knew there would be such variety? But now, thanks to some nameless worker, I'm learned on the topic, a bonus for a well-rounded employee. I now will be able to show off my skills at paper selection, as well as wow them with my knowledge of the location of clear tape and poster puddy. What else could anyone possibly ask of an employee?
"What's that sir? You're looking for tape? Sure. Follow me. I've got ya covered. And after that, I'll help you pick out some paper."
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