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Dear Potential Employer,
Hello there, my name is Bryanna Pavlish. I am an unemployed 18 year old (two weeks until I’m 19) who cannot seem to find a job to save my life. Seriously.
I’ve been through countless interviews, (Longhorn BBQ, Subway, Northern Quest, Screen Tag, Rocky Mt. Chocolate Factory, Oz Fitness — just to name a few), but all employers seem to care about these days is the amount of experience their potential employee has. This sucks. All throughout high school, I was involved in sports. Proud Tri-Athlete Of The Year for Cheney High School, Class of 09′, in fact. The busy schedule I had with all the practices and weird game times made it impossible for me to get a job. Nobody wanted a young kid who was still in high school with zero flexibility. And who could blame them? The summer after graduation (last summer) I started working for a company called Regal Security. I was a door to door sales person who advertised/sold home security systems. Not the easiest first job, but I loved my co-workers and really enjoyed what I did. However, it was only a seasonal position, thus leaving me where I am now – unemployed.
I’m tired of replying to blind postings that I later find out to be spam. I’m tired of wasting my time with bogus sales positions with weak commission rates. I’m tired of Mom waking me up everyday, asking me if I’m going job hunting or not. But most of all, I’m tired of witnessing lazy employees who could give a rip less about their job, knowing damn well that I could be putting way more potential into my work than they currently are.
I actually WANT to work. I’m not FORCED to, like some people who depend on their salary to support their families and pay their bills. (God bless those people, this economy is nuts.) I can go on and on about how hard of a worker I am, how great I work with others, how I’m always on time, blah blah BLAH. But why would I waste my time doing that? EVERYBODY and their mom puts that stuff on the resume. So, I have no choice but to tell the truth and attempt to describe myself differently than everybody else in this melting pot of jobless individuals better known as “Spokane/Washington/America/The World”. Here goes nothin’.
I live at home, going back and forth between mom’s house and dad’s. I don’t have any bills, no school, and certainly no kids. I do have a valid drivers license, but no car. I get to my destinations by city bus. I can tell you almost every route without even having to look at an STA pamphlet. I am not a methhead and will never ever come to work hungover. If I do show up late, I’ll tell you exactly the reason why, straight up, and won’t try to BS you with how my car wouldn’t start, or how my dog was sick, or how Grandma died earlier that day. A wise man once told me to never ruin an apology with an excuse. I live by these words and have yet to cross them. Blaming fellow co-workers for a mistake that I caused is overrated and will always come back to get me, which is why honesty IS the best policy.
I love humor and finding something to laugh about in everything that I do. Make a joke, and I promise I’ll laugh with you, even if it’s not remotely funny. Writing will always be a passion of mine, and I’m actually quite good at it. I absolutely love expressing my views through a pencil and a piece of paper. I do have my own blog. It’s a work in progress, but I can’t complain over what I have so far. Pretty much everything you wanted to know about me is on there and then some.
I’m a big believer in positive attitudes. If you don’t got one, get one. It’s as simple as that. People don’t wanna talk or listen to a girl who hates her job and openly shows it. Heck no. Personality is a key factor in living a successful and happy life, and first impressions will always be remembered, whether they’re fair or not. I consider myself to be a pretty smart kid, who listens when spoken to and follows directions thoroughly and correctly. If I have any questions about what I’m being told to do, I won’t hesitate to ask. Believe me, I love asking questions and applying logic and sense to stuff I don’t fully understand. It’s fun, and learning new things is always fun for me.
I don’t really have any special skills and I won’t try making any up either. I do know a little Spanish thanks to two years of it in high school and can carry on a basic conversation with you, if you speak slow enough. I can type about 40 wpm and photo editing with programs such as Ifranview, Picasa 3, and Microsoft Photo Editor is a passionate hobby of mine. I’m a very athletic person, so prolonged periods on my feet, or heavy lifting wouldn’t be a problem. Pets are awesome. I’m a big animal lover and anything to do with them makes me love life a little bit more each time. My job as a door to door sales person left me with a lot of confidence, so I’m always up for a challenge. If I had to pick one thing that I’m not good at, I’d have to say confrontation. Patience is one of my better characteristics by far, but I hate arguing with someone and I hate having to choose sides. It just makes everything complicated and leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
I truly don’t care where I end up working at this point, so long as I have an hourly wage. Commission was great, but definetly had its downfalls. Please, if yer still reading this, hire me. Just do it. You won’t be disappointed, I promise. I will work my ass off and be happy doing it. I’m so sick of job hunting and getting nowhere. It’s so frustrating taking the time to revise my resume, write a cover letter, go to the place that’s hiring, and turn it all in, just to be beat out by the next guy who’s older than me and possesses more experience than I do. Even if it’s just volunteer stuff at first, put me to work. I’m begging you.
Sincerely ~ Me
I hate mornings with a passion. A PASSION. Waking up too late is always too early. Especially when I get to that point where under my blankets is like fifty times warmer than the air temperature in my room. I love getting to that point. I haven’t gotten up to see single digits on my alarm clock in three weeks because of that point. Which is why today was a major exception.
Last night, I found a job posting on Craigslist that I considered actually worth taking a shot at. A deli server at this mexican restaurant on Riverside Street called DeLeon Deli. Not even two blocks from the plaza, this place would be the perfect place to work. I could board basically any bus in Spokane, anywhere, and end up at work within the hour. Sweet, I thought to myself, hopping on the 65 from Cheney. This trip downtown may actually have a purpose for me this time. Haha, if only I knew.
I actually enjoy riding the bus. Most people bitch about the creepy bums, or the nauseating smells, or the fact that the bus is always late to their stop, but I like all that stuff. (K, maybe not the smells, I’ll pass on those.) To me, it’s all part of the ride. I put on my headphones and can go on 8-hour binges of random bus routes without getting the slightest urge of boredom. Every person that gets on has a different song, too. I’ll pride myself on finding that song.
It’s almost like a game. The fatter the person, the more instrumental the beat gets. The more facial hair a guy has, the more classic rock sound the song will have. Every now and again, I’ll get a young mom with like ten kids at her side, nine of them in strollers. I’ve found that sad songs work best here, “Scar Tissue” being a family favorite. I don’t consider myself to be passing judgement, and you shouldn’t either. I just have fun analyzing personalities before I actually get a chance to meet that person. It’s entertainment. Plus, it’s free.
I end up getting downtown about noon-thirty. Finding Riverside Street was easy and finding the deli was even easier. Resume in hand, I walk into the Heroes And Legends section of the building and ask the young bartender that was currently on duty if this was the right place to get an application. She half-heartedly reached under the counter and handed me one without changing her facial expression or saying a single word. Whatever, I’m thinking to myself, maybe she’s had a rough start today or something. Who knows.
I sit down, start filling this thing out, get to about the fifth letter in my name, and lo and behold, my wonderful pen runs out of ink. Shit. My mind automatically starts planning Plan B – the bartender lady has to have another pen I can borrow. Actually, I know for a fact I spotted some on the far corner by the cash register when first coming in here. So I ask her politely, making an extra effort to apologize for ‘my little inconvenience’. She rudely interrupts me before I have a chance to even finish my sentence, preaching about how when job hunters go job hunting they should be prepared. Then proudly adds that her lovely deli is no exception to this.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on,” I explain to her, laughing a little on purpose to try and ease the tension. “I did come prepared, my pen just ran out of ink.” Apparently, she didn’t find this situation as humorous as I did. “Well that’s not my problem, is it?” I couldn’t believe it. She then disappeared behind the bar in a hurry, telling me she had customers to tend to. (I saw two men in the entire restaurant, maybe three.)
Jesus. H. Christ. It’s not like I’m trying to buy the bar from you, woman. Although at this point I think I would, just so I’d have the power to control who gets hired here and who doesn’t. (Hmm, guess who’d be the first to go?) It’s a pen. How hard is it to take ten seconds out of your incredibly busy schedule (*cough*, sarcasm, *cough cough*) and provide me with a writing utensil that’s sitting not even five feet away from you? Seriously? Were you really that set on teaching me a lesson? Boy did you show me. I don’t think I’ll be able to eat for at least a month now, I feel so guilty. Pshh. Please.
Frustrated and tired of pretending to play nice with my friend at the bar, I stuffed the blank piece of paper in the deepest part of my backpack and left DeLeon Deli with no intention of returning my application. I know jobs are far and few between these days, but the whole ‘customer is always right’ concept is still ranked pretty high in my book. Even if the customer happens to be a potential future employee.
I’m not a person who gets fired up that easily, either. Patience is usually one of my better characteristics and I often use it to my advantage. However, there was something about the tone she used that got to me. Almost as if I were the lesser being in her eyes; like she’s on some sort of higher pedal stool in life just because she started a career and I’m looking for one. Which I find to be rather funny. I mean, come on now. She knows damn well that she had to go through the same job finding shit that I’m currently experiencing. Everybody has to start somewhere.
I guess it’s for the better though, right? Hell, maybe I would have got shot in a robbery working at this place, so God made the bartender go into ‘bitch mode’ for a few minutes, knowing I wouldn’t come back with an application because of it. Or maybe I’m overlooking the fact that I’m just another stubborn 18 year old who thinks too much about things and can’t get a job to save her life. Whatever it is, I can’t explain it, so I won’t try to. Wish me luck on tomorrow’s pre-planned adventure. Destination McDonalds. Haha, just kidding. I’m not that desperate. Yet.