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Introductory Babble.
Jan. 12th, 2016 09:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notashowgirl"My name is Lola Moretti and before you ask, yes, that is my real first name. Not something I just made up and decided to call myself, believe me. If I was going to pick my own name it would be something simple like 'Jenny' or 'Helen'.
"Well. Probably not 'Helen'.
"Um... well, my parents just decided to be a little avante garde when I was born, so, lucky me. For some reason the thought never occurred to them when they named my brothers Brian and Todd.
"Soooo... well, I have a Bachelor's degree in History, which seemed like a really good idea at the time, because it was a strong subject for me and all, but in retrospect wasn't the best decision because all you can really do with it is teach, and I hate teenagers, and third-graders aren't exactly up on learning about fin de siècle Vienna or the witchcraft scare in 17th century Loudun, you know? So I've pretty much worked mostly in retail and office jobs since I graduated from college.
"I've temped for Office Team, Aerotek, Elite Staffing, Salem Group... pretty much all of the big ones, I just haven't gotten an assignment yet that moved into something permanent. I can do all the normal computer stuff, you know, Microsoft and everything, phones, Xerox, filing, reception... the usual. Um, I don't have any dedicated accounting experience but I'm pretty good with numbers and I pick up on things pretty quickly.
"Outside of office work, when I'm not temping I work at Grammercy Spiritual. It's a family business, my cousins inherited it from my Uncle Larry and my grandparents started it way back when. It's all legit, you know, just the occasional seance. Not one of those scammy places, just, uh... you know. New age?
"But I have no problem giving that up in favor of a position here! I'm always punctual and almost never call out, and my typing speed is almost seventy words a minute with a pretty high accuracy... oh."
The blonde paused in her jittery introductory babble, casting her eyes over the shoulder of the vaguely boulder-shaped man who sat behind a glass desk, staring at her with the sort of wide-eyed, slack-jawed response she had a tendency to garner at these interviews.
The voice was coming from behind him. "I am so sorry, my dear," the genteel male voice spoke. "It seems my great-grandson has already hired the prospect who came in before you."
Lola sighed and gave a weak smile, standing up and straightening the dark pencil skirt she wore to all of these useless endeavors.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I hadn't realized this was only a courtesy to let me down easy."
Her words seemed to startle the large man into speaking. "Oh! Well, yes, Miss Moretti, I didn't want to send you away without explanation, but we've..."
"Hired the lady who was in here before me," Lola filled in, nodding.
"She did have more solid experience," the voice told her.
"The other applicant was more qualified, yes," the large man added.
"Great then, well, you have my resume, so, if anything opens up..." Lola told him, trailing off as she headed for the door. The man didn't respond, and the heavy door swung shut behind her as she left.
"Well. Probably not 'Helen'.
"Um... well, my parents just decided to be a little avante garde when I was born, so, lucky me. For some reason the thought never occurred to them when they named my brothers Brian and Todd.
"Soooo... well, I have a Bachelor's degree in History, which seemed like a really good idea at the time, because it was a strong subject for me and all, but in retrospect wasn't the best decision because all you can really do with it is teach, and I hate teenagers, and third-graders aren't exactly up on learning about fin de siècle Vienna or the witchcraft scare in 17th century Loudun, you know? So I've pretty much worked mostly in retail and office jobs since I graduated from college.
"I've temped for Office Team, Aerotek, Elite Staffing, Salem Group... pretty much all of the big ones, I just haven't gotten an assignment yet that moved into something permanent. I can do all the normal computer stuff, you know, Microsoft and everything, phones, Xerox, filing, reception... the usual. Um, I don't have any dedicated accounting experience but I'm pretty good with numbers and I pick up on things pretty quickly.
"Outside of office work, when I'm not temping I work at Grammercy Spiritual. It's a family business, my cousins inherited it from my Uncle Larry and my grandparents started it way back when. It's all legit, you know, just the occasional seance. Not one of those scammy places, just, uh... you know. New age?
"But I have no problem giving that up in favor of a position here! I'm always punctual and almost never call out, and my typing speed is almost seventy words a minute with a pretty high accuracy... oh."
The blonde paused in her jittery introductory babble, casting her eyes over the shoulder of the vaguely boulder-shaped man who sat behind a glass desk, staring at her with the sort of wide-eyed, slack-jawed response she had a tendency to garner at these interviews.
The voice was coming from behind him. "I am so sorry, my dear," the genteel male voice spoke. "It seems my great-grandson has already hired the prospect who came in before you."
Lola sighed and gave a weak smile, standing up and straightening the dark pencil skirt she wore to all of these useless endeavors.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I hadn't realized this was only a courtesy to let me down easy."
Her words seemed to startle the large man into speaking. "Oh! Well, yes, Miss Moretti, I didn't want to send you away without explanation, but we've..."
"Hired the lady who was in here before me," Lola filled in, nodding.
"She did have more solid experience," the voice told her.
"The other applicant was more qualified, yes," the large man added.
"Great then, well, you have my resume, so, if anything opens up..." Lola told him, trailing off as she headed for the door. The man didn't respond, and the heavy door swung shut behind her as she left.
