The World According to Jim November 30 2005
As you may or may not know CHris and I are opening a restaurant very soon. We painted it today actually, and it’s mauve…which has turned out more pink than the smokey grey it was on the paint chip…but I digress.
Anyway a few weeks ago, while Chris was in the restaurant working on whatever, a man appeared seemingly from nowhere. He had a VERY brief conversation with Chris and turned and left. Turns out he was looking for a job. Dishwasher to be exact cause he has been a dishwasher many times. Chris told him to come on back in with a resume and we would take a look.
2 days later he came back with a resume.
oh my.
You know in the templates where is says “your name here” I swear to God above that was STILL there on his resume..along with “your town here” and “your phone number here” All of them were there through out the whole thing! No work experience listed AT ALL, on that he drove delivery for KFC.
Chris took it and told him that usually people tend to delete the faded words and fill them in with their own. DOY!
Two days later…he came back…this time while Chris was replacing drywall. He handed CHris a new resume, one that was a little better, most of the headers were correct. Not all…but most. The funniest part though was the work experience. There was far more listed on this one. Which is reasonable considering the man is at least 50. But this resume? totally contradicted the old one! It has him in a completely different CITY in one resume.
So we took, and told him we would look it over. On his way out he mentions how he is a drywaller/taper (totally not listed on his resumes), clearly he is in dire need of employment.
TODAY after we posted the “help wanted” sign on our front door, Jim comes on in to ask how long we thought we were going to be.
“Are you open?” He asks, staring at the plastic drapped over the furniture that is all piled on one end of the restaurant.
“well..no.”
He went on to ask when he thought we would be open…then….he staggered..NO EXAGGERATING…staggered out the door.
Our neighbour (an electronics store) suggested we a line to help wanted poster “Not You Jim”
Of course Marty stopped by later. He came bursting through the front doors and yelled “Hey did you see that help wanted sign out there” (the one on OUR door you mean?)
“Yeah”
“is that you guys?”
“uh huh”
“oh….like for construction?”
“well no…restaurant”
“ok…I’d like to apply for a job”
“well why don’t you come on back in with a resume so we can have a look”
“ok! My names Marty…I’m a painter”
“um…ok”
I totally ignored this exchanged and giggled quietly to myself in the corner…pretending to be very busy on the computer.
The MINUTE the door closed behind him Chris asks me”do you think my expectations are too high?”
Ohhh boy.
