Sunday, June 22, 2003
at 1:17 PMWeebles Wobble, But They Don't Fall Down!
The Ultimate Electronics interview went quite well. The position is "CSR": Customer Service Representative, which entails that I balance the register every two hours and keep track of money, for the most part. I would get paid commission for checking out customers, but it would not be part of the job; ergo, I do not have to know anything about electronics. Training is on-the-job, but it's all uncomplicated computer stuff.
The girl who interviewed me (she's either one of the Customer Service managers or an assistant manager) liked me quite a bit. Friday I go in for an additional interview with the manager (someone named Cory), and if he feels positively about my performance, I believe I have the job in the bag, so to speak.
Mary (my interviewer) informed me starting pay is eight dollars. This pleases me immensely. Most jobs in Katy pay barely above minimum wage.
Mary said most of the staff are fairly young. She's twenty, and Cory is about twenty-four. All upper-level positions are from promotions within the company. Mary herself was promoted within eleven months. Ausgezeichnet. If I was to get promoted and make a decent amount of money after a year, I might consider remaining in St. Louis to graduate with my Bachelor's from UMSL rather than Mizzou. Right now this is all nebulous, of course. But if I get hired, the job looks promising.
Aunt Laura, Aunt Barbara, Aunt Pam, and my cousin Krista are sunning themselves in the pool right now. I chose to venture back inside to air-conditioned comfort. I'll pull my sweats out of the dryer, throw them on, and leap into the pool later this afternoon. I need to allow the Sunkist I drank earlier to settle, first.
Pam mentioned I need to write to my cousin David, who chose a ten-week boot camp as his summer vacation. I suspect David and I have little in common, and I haven't spoken to or seen him in almost four years. Pam told me I need to write him something "entertaining".
Mayhaps I'll just send him brownies and a dirty magazine. That ought to cheer him up (or get him kicked out).
