No job for YOU!

Well, thanks, John, but I didn't get the job. :(

So the day before yesterday, I went back to take the personality test. It was a computerized test where you fill in the little circles with a pencil.

It took me like 2 hours to do...yeah...it said not to over think it but "over think" just MIGHT be my real middle name. (And I wouldn't want to go against my name!)

So there was a question that read "Would your friends describe you as being a leader" and another one that was to the affect of "Do you worry about stuff all the time". For that part of the test I think the possible answers were STRONGLY DISAGREE, DISAGREE, SLIGHTLY DISAGREE, SLIGHTLY AGREE, AGREE, and STRONGLY AGREE. Okay, people, WHAT'S WITH THAT???

So finally, I finished the test and took it back to the room in the hotel where the Chili's guy was. He took it into the other room. After a little while, he came back and said that I needed to make the circles darker so that the machine could read it. So I spent between 5-10 minutes filling in those circles again [GR!] and talking to the guy. He told me about these tests. They're done by a certain company who makes different tests for different companies/restaurants depending on what qualities the companies want in an employee.

So finally, I gave him back the test and he took it back into the other room. Then he came back.

"Did it work?" I asked.

"It did."

I gave a quiet "Yay!"

"Unfortunately--" Unfortunately? What could he be about to say? I wondered. "--It said it was a discontinue."

Okay, look, people! I just wanted to be a hostess! I can do that! (I had actually become excited about working at the restaurant. Me, Catrina the hostess! Oh, so wonderful!)

Then he went on about how he wanted to give me the job but he had to do what the test said [I think earlier he said something about getting in trouble if he didn't do what the test said]. He had been really interested in that I could work during the day--REALLY interested.

So, yeah, I think it's stupid that they're having computers do the interviews now--at least, for being a hostess anyway.

Oh, well, I'll get over it--but I really had imagined myself in the restaurant with black pants, a white shirt, and holding menus, escorting people to their tables! :(

Okay, I really will get over it--he said I could retake the personality test in 90 days. I'm kind of wondering what about me is going to change in ninety days--I guess, next time I could try not over thinking stuff...

More later,

Cat