One of the few pictures of me from my college days, stolen from a friend's Facebook photo album. 
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So no one should be surprised that I have inherited this very same trait of unpremeditated honesty. In college several girls needed a ride to apply for a telemarketing job, and since I had a car (tank is more like it) I offered to drive them.
I hadn’t planned on filling out an application, but when I got there the supervisor assumed I was there to apply, so I figured it couldn’t hurt.
The advertised pay was $7-$9 an hour, a huge improvement from $5.35 at my previous minimum wage job at Mr. Bulky’s. As I filled out the application, I came to the part where you write how much you expect to make at this job. That was easy–$9 I wrote. Duh, it was advertised.
We finished our applications and then waited as one by one each one of us went in to interview, something I had not anticipated. The manager had reviewed my application and was ready with questions when I walked in. “If I asked your former boss what your greatest asset is, what would she tell me?” I told him that I really enjoyed selling candy, and I had worked really hard to win several of the in-store high selling competitions. “All right now, if I asked her what your greatest weakness is, what would she tell me?”
Without batting an eye I replied, “She would say I have no initiative.” His eyes bugged out, his jaw hit his chest, and he may have even dropped his pencil. Well, it was the honest truth. She had given me a review and the criticism I got was that I didn’t take initiative when it came to making displays and decorating the store. I guess he wasn’t used to people being so honest.
“Let’s talk about compensation,” he said. “I see you made $5.35 at your last job. How does $7 sound?”
“OK,” came my perky reply. He blinked fast about five times and looked back down to the application.
He must have been a pretty frank person himself because next he told me we were all over dressed. How rude of him. Surely he had to be joking. I told him that we usually wore dresses (it was a requirement at our school), and he looked very skeptical. I pointed at his sweats and T-shirt without thinking and asked, “You don’t expect us to dress like THAT do you?” Funny thing was that he hired me anyway. See, it pays to be honest! Ok, so I never took the job, but it would have paid!
This post is linked to Miscellany Mondays.
Good for you for being honest! I’m sure he appreciated it – yet – didn’t quite know what to think!
The ole colleged days, the under-paid jobs, the horrible dorm rooms! cute post!
Honesty does pay!
I love it!
Very fun!! Your posts always make me smile!!
Sounds just like you all right. And good for you!
Ah yes … Honesty. It is the best way, but family, friends and random strangers aren’t always that impressed …
Oh, that is so funny!
Cute story. I am surprised you were offered the job. (Ha Ha)
All the best!!!
Clay
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That made me laugh. Sounds like you two would have gotten along if you’d taken the job.
what a great story!
how funny!
Thanks for the daily giggle!
My father was the one for brute honesty in our family. It could be so embarrassing! But it was one of the things I admired most about him.
Funny story. I love it!
What?! You didn’t take the job?! I’m pretty sure that’s more than I was getting paid at switchboard
I believe in honesty in all things.
have a great day Esther:)
*hugs*
Very funny. My husband had a job interview about 5 years ago. When asked where he saw himself in 5 years, he said “Not here.” which was a really dumb reply since he wanted the job. Just didn’t want it long term. Needless to say, they said “Um, yeah. We’ll call you.”
oh and by the way – the hallway in the picture looks very familiar
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