Wanted: People with class
An ad went out in the local paper today for a telemarketing position where I work. When this happens, lucky me gets flooded with phone calls and people coming in to apply. The ad is very vague, so people generally don’t know what to expect until they get here. The bad part about this isn’t the increase in traffic and calls, but the quality of people we get.
Call me crazy, but if I am going out in search of a job and I plan on filling out applications, I am going to be dressed to impress just in case the hiring manager is there, and I am going to have clean copies of my resume ready for distribution. I am going to have fresh breath and my hair is going to be combed. I am going to smoke at home, not in my car so I stink or right outside the front door of the business. I will not tuck a cigarette behind my ear for later enjoyment. I am not going to ask “do you guys have to take drug tests?” and give off the impression that I am worried I will fail one. I am going to make sure my ass crack doesn’t show when I sit down. I will make sure I don’t mention my time in prison or the time left on my probation. I will turn my cell phone ringer off so I don’t blast “My Humps” in the waiting room. I will leave my rowdy kids at home, as well as my husband, especially if he happens to be wearing his favorite wife beater with jeans sagging past his ass. I will not attempt to flirt with the employee I obtain an application from. I will be polite and wait my turn rather than snap my fingers at someone who is on the phone. I will remember to put on deodorant. I will not pick my nose or clip my nails. I will not use profanity or discuss how drunk I was the night before. And, of course, I will smile.