..so there is word going around my job that they may be cutting down on staff.
Needless to say, I'm ready for whatever. My Homie say's they'll be hiring at his job soon and I should apply at the temp service that the company hires through (which is how he got in).
I've given him a few rides to the temp service place (to pick up his check), but never got off the truck.
..so I call him on Sunday and ask where the temp service is at (since it's in a big building). He say's, "The first flight of stairs, right at the top." I'm like, "Cool." I go and and apply on Monday morning.
The lady at the desk tells me I have to be there the next day (today) at 9 a.m.
I'm there, they sit me down with a few other heads and some old man comes out and starts to talk about modivation and a positive attitude. Not to be ashamed of the past yada yada yada...always tell your employer the truth, whatever whatever.
Talks about incarceration and it's nothing to be proud of, yet nothing to hide when seeking employment...
I'm thinkin', shit I've short timed it in Country Jail a few times and I've never brought it up, so far so good. Why start now? I'm thinking to myself.
I ask, how long am I gonna have to be there and they answer "Til four o'clock this afternoon for the next three days." I'm like fuck, Homeboy didn't tell me about this part.
The dude carries on to talk about what we're most proud of and what is the most difficult thing to deal with as of oneself. Now, I'm a big dude, but I don't have low self esteem, so I'm like, "I don't understand the question." or "That doesn't apply to me."
By this time the instructor is looking at me like I'm annoying him. He proceeds to ask questions about jobs and I'm rasing my hand most of the time having done, or know how to do most of those jobs. By now dudes looking at me confused and I could feel everybody's tention around me like, "Get the fuck out of here."
At 12:00 P.M. they break us off an hour for lunch and I ride out to Jack In The Crack (cause it's the shit IMO), anyhow I call my Homeboy that plugged me with this temp service.
He starts to tell me, "Fuck Homie they didn't have me do all that shit. Maybe it's something new and shit.."
I proceed to tell him more and more of what is happening in the class and he cuts me off mid sentence and say's, "What the fuck? When you got to the top of the stairs did you go to the left?"
"Naw, I went right and the door was right there that read "Career Center " I told him.
He's like, "Oh hell naw bro, you in the wrong place. That place is for parolees and recovering addicts...they help them get jobs there. You were supose to go to the left when you got to the top of the stairs Homie, my bad."
I'm like, "Aw fuck!"
Needless to say, I went back to tell dude I'm not supose to be there and I applied at the wrong place. He looks at me like he doesn't believe me and continues with, "The final decision is yours, I just hope you make the right one this time."
I was like, fuck it and bounced LOL!!!!
Needless to say, I'm ready for whatever. My Homie say's they'll be hiring at his job soon and I should apply at the temp service that the company hires through (which is how he got in).
I've given him a few rides to the temp service place (to pick up his check), but never got off the truck.
..so I call him on Sunday and ask where the temp service is at (since it's in a big building). He say's, "The first flight of stairs, right at the top." I'm like, "Cool." I go and and apply on Monday morning.
The lady at the desk tells me I have to be there the next day (today) at 9 a.m.
I'm there, they sit me down with a few other heads and some old man comes out and starts to talk about modivation and a positive attitude. Not to be ashamed of the past yada yada yada...always tell your employer the truth, whatever whatever.
Talks about incarceration and it's nothing to be proud of, yet nothing to hide when seeking employment...
I'm thinkin', shit I've short timed it in Country Jail a few times and I've never brought it up, so far so good. Why start now? I'm thinking to myself.
I ask, how long am I gonna have to be there and they answer "Til four o'clock this afternoon for the next three days." I'm like fuck, Homeboy didn't tell me about this part.
The dude carries on to talk about what we're most proud of and what is the most difficult thing to deal with as of oneself. Now, I'm a big dude, but I don't have low self esteem, so I'm like, "I don't understand the question." or "That doesn't apply to me."
By this time the instructor is looking at me like I'm annoying him. He proceeds to ask questions about jobs and I'm rasing my hand most of the time having done, or know how to do most of those jobs. By now dudes looking at me confused and I could feel everybody's tention around me like, "Get the fuck out of here."
At 12:00 P.M. they break us off an hour for lunch and I ride out to Jack In The Crack (cause it's the shit IMO), anyhow I call my Homeboy that plugged me with this temp service.
He starts to tell me, "Fuck Homie they didn't have me do all that shit. Maybe it's something new and shit.."
I proceed to tell him more and more of what is happening in the class and he cuts me off mid sentence and say's, "What the fuck? When you got to the top of the stairs did you go to the left?"
"Naw, I went right and the door was right there that read "Career Center " I told him.
He's like, "Oh hell naw bro, you in the wrong place. That place is for parolees and recovering addicts...they help them get jobs there. You were supose to go to the left when you got to the top of the stairs Homie, my bad."
I'm like, "Aw fuck!"
Needless to say, I went back to tell dude I'm not supose to be there and I applied at the wrong place. He looks at me like he doesn't believe me and continues with, "The final decision is yours, I just hope you make the right one this time."
I was like, fuck it and bounced LOL!!!!
