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Avoid elevators? ??? How is that supposed to help me? In finding an entry-level woman? I can't enter then. (We learned that in Sex Ed in grade six in Hungary.) |
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No, I have not lied to get a job. No budding theatre or movie actress could ever say that with a clear conscience. |
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Why lie??...you're just shooting yourself in the foot if you lie about your abilities and can't back it up when it actually comes to doing it. Exactly. |
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My question is this, Have you ever lied on an application to get a job? And if you did, How did things turn out? Jobs are slavery. I hope to never EVER have one of those obscene things again.  I agree. Me too. |
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always good to give back I have all kinds of 'ideas' of how I will do that too once I Have means,,,, We all have the means. It's when it's every wo/man for themselves, we forget that. I'm actually working on building a cooperative that will ultimately become self-sustainable with the intention of helping the community to grow and survive, even in the face of the great depression 2.0 . The corporate model is slavery, simply put. The monetary system and inflation vs income has ultimately forced the majority of families to have both parents working. It's a boiling frog, 4 decades in the making and I for one, see people as something to value, not money. I'll probably be a bag lady with a cart pulled by a donkey selling and trading stuff. |
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Why lie??...you're just shooting yourself in the foot if you lie about your abilities and can't back it up when it actually comes to doing it. What if your lie on the resume or on the interview actually is, "I always shoot myself in the foot." What then? |
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I had to quit my bartending job, because I would get extemely nervous around clean empty glasses. I had to put trayfuls of them on slide-in storage above the bar, and the trays were slippery. On my first day the other guy had three trays (one at three different times) go wobbley in his hands and all the glasses hit the floor, tiled, lots of broken glass and screaming managers with their jugulars extending three feet out from their hardened white collars. Wux, I am short too..5'2", so I cant even begin to tell you how many trays of glasses and ashtrays ive dropped. I didnt really give a rats azz about it, since they hired a short bartender,and had tall shelves, and a joke of a stepstool. The only thing that did piss me off, is if I was wearing pantyhose, the broken glass would give me a run in them.. and even though no one else could see it.. "I" knew it was there! |
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Ahhh we shorties :-)
While I was waitressing in college, there was always pressure to 'carry' more plates, to cut down on trips to the kitchen. I have very short arms. Nonetheless, I was determined to load 4 big plates and deliver. Four nice, well-dressed businessmen at my table. As I leaned over to hand the farthest guy in the booth his plate, the other 3 slipped from my arm and tipped upside down on the patrons. Stunned disbelief at first, all of us. Then I burst into tears and ran to the storage room. Soon the manager convinced me to return. The men were cleaned up and smiling at me. The manager had reordered their meals and they had been delivered safely. I started to apologize, but they would not have it. Each of those men left me a $20, as a tip.. the meal was free. I think of it often, how in the midst of trauma, nice people can make all the difference in the world. |
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Ahhh we shorties :-) While I was waitressing in college, there was always pressure to 'carry' more plates, to cut down on trips to the kitchen. I have very short arms. Nonetheless, I was determined to load 4 big plates and deliver. Four nice, well-dressed businessmen at my table. As I leaned over to hand the farthest guy in the booth his plate, the other 3 slipped from my arm and tipped upside down on the patrons. Stunned disbelief at first, all of us. Then I burst into tears and ran to the storage room. Soon the manager convinced me to return. The men were cleaned up and smiling at me. The manager had reordered their meals and they had been delivered safely. I started to apologize, but they would not have it. Each of those men left me a $20, as a tip.. the meal was free. I think of it often, how in the midst of trauma, nice people can make all the difference in the world. but the $20.00 was for leaning over the table with the plates, and giving them all a great boob shot!
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Edited by
steveg57
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Tue 06/05/12 11:49 AM
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ooops error still learning how to us forums lol
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My question is this, Have you ever lied on an application to get a job? And if you did, How did things turn out? Jobs are slavery. I hope to never EVER have one of those obscene things again. I agree. Me too. have to agree aswell |
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Soufie, I hate to burst your bubble, but the $20.00 was for leaning over the table with the plates, and giving them all a great boob shot! hahahaha you may be on to something. We wore these little, tiny mini-skirt-length red dresses with a plastic zipper up the front to squeeze you in. Do you know of plastic zippers? The failure rate, when I would belly laugh, was 100%. And I laughed a LOT. No way to lie about that resume :-) |
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Wux, I am short too..5'2", so I cant even begin to tell you how many trays of glasses and ashtrays ive dropped. I didnt really give a rats azz about it, since they hired a short bartender,and had tall shelves, and a joke of a stepstool. The only thing that did piss me off, is if I was wearing pantyhose, the broken glass would give me a run in them.. and even though no one else could see it.. "I" knew it was there! Luverly, I can fully identify with that. In those bartending days I was a slim and very good looking young man. In fact, I regularly had to sit in a bowl of ice water coz my tooch was so hotttt that it made me uncomfortable on the job. So I would spend the rest of the day with a wet behind, and although I was facing the patrons, and they could not see my "wet spot", I still knew it was there!! (Was this "overboard"? Because, as you all could suspect, it was all a lie. But it sure looked good on my resume.) |
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Edited by
wux
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Tue 06/05/12 01:51 PM
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Soufie, I hate to burst your bubble, but the $20.00 was for leaning over the table with the plates, and giving them all a great boob shot! My had a different take on this, right from the beginning. I thought, as i was reading along, that since the stuff on the laps was food, maybe it was eaten off and the garment's materials licked clean. Right while Souphie was licking her own ego-wounds in the basement storage room. Hence the smile and the big tips. In those days $20 was a full week's earnings for me. (1969?) I say this to give perspective on the size of the tip for the youngsters amongst our midsts, and to give them direction in life. |
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It was exactly 1969 :-)
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Sou, can you guess what major event happened to me in 1967? If you do, I'll get the heebee-jeebees, coz it will be more than coincidence.
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Sou, can you guess what major event happened to me in 1967? If you do, I'll get the heebee-jeebees, coz it will be more than coincidence.  WHAT DO I WIN??
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Wux, I am short too..5'2", so I cant even begin to tell you how many trays of glasses and ashtrays ive dropped. I didnt really give a rats azz about it, since they hired a short bartender,and had tall shelves, and a joke of a stepstool. The only thing that did piss me off, is if I was wearing pantyhose, the broken glass would give me a run in them.. and even though no one else could see it.. "I" knew it was there! Luverly, I can fully identify with that. In those bartending days I was a slim and very good looking young man. In fact, I regularly had to sit in a bowl of ice water coz my tooch was so hotttt that it made me uncomfortable on the job. So I would spend the rest of the day with a wet behind, and although I was facing the patrons, and they could not see my "wet spot", I still knew it was there!! (Was this "overboard"? Because, as you all could suspect, it was all a lie. But it sure looked good on my resume.) your butt is still hot!  In fact its HOTTER,  cause theres a little more going on back there. 
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Sou, can you guess what major event happened to me in 1967? If you do, I'll get the heebee-jeebees, coz it will be more than coincidence. WHAT DO I WIN?? Although I am cute and full of deep thought, I am still not ghay. (Alas.) I had a good friend, and my brother said we should get married. I asked then Paul, who should wear the pants around the house, he said, you, Andrew, because you understand retirement savings plans. One day Paul showed up with a ring for me. He said he had given some thought to what my brother said, and then he said, we might as well capitualte to the status quo. He had found the ring on the pavement, and the hock guy would give him nothing for it, coz it was plated. It is really irritating when you can't screw the only person you ever can get along with. No, but I'll hold the answer, Sou has still a shot at it. |
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Sou, can you guess what major event happened to me in 1967? If you do, I'll get the heebee-jeebees, coz it will be more than coincidence. WHAT DO I WIN?? Although I am cute and full of deep thought, I am still not ghay. (Alas.) I had a good friend, and my brother said we should get married. I asked then Paul, who should wear the pants around the house, he said, you, Andrew, because you understand retirement savings plans. One day Paul showed up with a ring for me. He said he had given some thought to what my brother said, and then he said, we might as well capitualte to the status quo. He had found the ring on the pavement, and the hock guy would give him nothing for it, coz it was plated. It is really irritating when you can't screw the only person you ever can get along with. No, but I'll hold the answer, Sou has still a shot at it. 
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