Well one thing is for sure... you definitely have to be skinny as hell or just not give a shit that you have a muffin top to work at Hooter's! I'll touch on that more in a bit.
So when I walked in for my fitting I was told Boss Lady was in a meeting and I'd have to wait about 15 minutes. Yay, more uncomfortable waiting! So I stood next to the hostess for a bit and chatted with her (because the girl that told me I'd have to wait didn't have enough sense to tell me where I should wait). Once she walked off to do something I stood there by myself for a minute or two before deciding it would probably be best if I sat down at a table to wait. So I chose a booth next to a friendly looking gentleman sitting alone with his beer and stack of scratch off lottery tickets. This man was a little on the heavy side, probably in his 50s, and sort of reminded me of my grand father. He seemed pretty harmless so I struck up a conversation (after all, this will make me seem comfortable, friendly, and outgoing right?). My big ice breaker was, "any big winners?" Apparently that was the wrong question to ask this particular man 'cause boy could he talk about his scratch offs. After all, they are who he chose as his dinner companion. He told me all about how he usually spends about $200 on them when he buys them and how normally he wins at least $140 back (well hey, that makes sense... now you've only thrown $60 out the window, alright!) And when he doesn't win anything that's okay because he registers them online because a lot of them offer a chance to win cars, boats or whatever. Oh and when that doesn't work it's okay because if you save all your losing tickets you can use them as an expense on your taxes at the end of the year! He tells me has a shoe box at home, then specifies "no a boot box" that he keeps all of them in and the box is almost full so he'll have to get a new one pretty soon. Oh boy! At this point I'm thinking "please hurry up Boss Lady & damn I should've just kept my mouth shut". I decide to change the subject, "So do you live around here?" "No, I live in Sandy Springs but I was out riding my Harley when it started raining so I pulled in here to grab a beer and scratch these tickets. You live around here?" he responds. I answer, "no I live in East Cobb which is kinda in between here and Sandy Springs." He then proceeds to tell me how he and his wife own a trucking business, they have 2 trucks right now, but their goal is to buy 10 more so they can pick up larger clients like FedEx. Apparently he would like to buy a new bike but he just bought his wife a $6k diamond ring and he told himself he'd wait until they bought their 10 new trucks before he'd get himself a new bike (oh good, I was beginning to think this man lacked logic). He continues telling me all about how great his wife is (aww that's sweet, at least I know he's got some class and he's not just trying to pick up the girl with her tits popping out of her shirt thanks to her new VS bra) but, he wasn't always this lucky. He was divorced previously because he didn't understand women but someone recommended he read "Men are from Mars Women are from Venus" and ever since then he's got it going on. Remind me to find that book on Amazon!
Enough of that, our conversation went on for what feels like forever. I just hope I didn't jump up to quickly when "Asshole Manager" (yep I get to meet him today!) came over to tell me Boss Lady was ready for me. I shook Harley Man's hand and told him it was nice chatting with him and then followed Asshole Manager to the bar where Boss Lady was serving customers. She got wrapped up for a few more minutes while I stood there waiting. Just about every HG (that's gonna be Hooter's Girl from now on mmkay?) that walked by was checking me out and sizing me up. I'd hate to know what goes on in those little heads of theirs. Boss Lady finally comes out from behind the bar and says, "Okay you ready?" Am I ready? Is she for real? "Yep!" I answer with a smile.
She leads me to the restroom and says to wait in the large stall while she gets my uniform. She comes back and hands me a teeny tiny tank top, teeny tiny shorts, stockings, and white scrunchy socks. Secretly, being a product ofthe 80s, I still love these socks and would wearthem all the time if I wouldn't get made fun of. I'm so excited to finally try on a HG uniform!!! I feel pretty good until I walk out and look in the mirror. Oh HOLY SHIT! Where in the F*** did this tiny little muffin top come from? (Well my confidence just went down by about half) She asks, "Well how do you feel?" I reply, "I feel pretty good but is the band supposed to be this tight on the shorts?" She answers, "Oh honey don't worry about that. I've never seen a girl try these on that that hasn't happened to. You just have to pull the shorts up into somewhat of a half smiley face and it'll look just fine." She tugs on each side and vwallah no more muffin top. Thank god. Okay, now I feel good. I mean honestly, I may have had 2 kids but I am by no means fat and at first those damn shorts made me feel that way! I'm 5'4" and weigh 110. There's no fat on me at all with the exception of just a little tinybit on my tummy that will never go away no matter how I try. Otherwise, my stomach is pretty flat. So just some advice for you ladies wanting to work at Hooter's... don't bother unless you feel confident wearing shorts that are a couple sizes too big for you. And just to clarify... there are girls with a little meat on their bones working for Hooters so it's totally fine IF you are comfortable flaunting everything you got, thats all. :)
I'll update you guys when I get the approval back from corporate.
Ta ta for now ;)
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Victoria's Secret
Headed home from the mall to get all glammed up for my uniform fitting. I've been told they'll be taking pictures and sending them to corporate. Boss Lady advised me to wear a nude colored bra without lace... big problem! I don't own any nude bras without lace. The only one I have has lace. So I figured a trip to Victorias Secret was a must. After all, I do need a bra that will push these little babies up. Weird since before my breast reduction I tried to do the opposite. Well this should be fun.
So I started with a good fitting. This whole time I've been wearing 34 C but I guess since my 19 month old daughter sucked the life out of them, they're a 34 B! B!?!?!? Well that makes me feel even better about being a Hooter's Girl. Oh well.
So anyway, I thought I'd let you ladies know that if you are in my boat and are looking for the best bra for cleavage, the bombshell is definitely it. I put that sucker on and BAM... TITTIES ALL IN YO FACE!
Well good bye for now, stay tuned for my post about my fitting.
So I started with a good fitting. This whole time I've been wearing 34 C but I guess since my 19 month old daughter sucked the life out of them, they're a 34 B! B!?!?!? Well that makes me feel even better about being a Hooter's Girl. Oh well.
So anyway, I thought I'd let you ladies know that if you are in my boat and are looking for the best bra for cleavage, the bombshell is definitely it. I put that sucker on and BAM... TITTIES ALL IN YO FACE!
Well good bye for now, stay tuned for my post about my fitting.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
So What does your Husband Think???
I've been asked this question by every one that I've told about my working for Hooters. Simply put, he's excited! Not only for me, but for us! I just know I'm going to be making so much more money then my current job. He understands that although there's a lot of focus on the Hooters Girl's and their "hooters", it's also a family restaurant, not a strip club. Obviously the company protects it's girls and doesn't allow touching or harassing so he knows I'll be safe. If anything I'll be hit on a lot and after almost 9 years of being together he knows I only have eyes for him. We have a great relationship; jealousy is not an issue.
Truth be told, he's the one that suggested I apply. Most girls would be shocked if their boyfriends or husband's suggested that but I guess mine came from a planet where men have confidence in themselves and don't worry 24/7 if their significant other is cheating on them. I feel so bad for the people that are in these types of relationships because they almost never last. :(
Truth be told, he's the one that suggested I apply. Most girls would be shocked if their boyfriends or husband's suggested that but I guess mine came from a planet where men have confidence in themselves and don't worry 24/7 if their significant other is cheating on them. I feel so bad for the people that are in these types of relationships because they almost never last. :(
Oh No!
Today was the day of my uniform fitting. Notice the word "was." :(
I was so freaking excited to finally try on my very own pair of bright orange Hooter's panties, oh wait are those shorts? Haha, just kidding! But seriously, I was really excited but then I got stuck at my current job on a project that should've been done in half the time but I ran into all sorts of complications. I probably could've made it there in time if I wasn't required to show up "photo shoot ready." My current job is in retail merchandising so I'm only expected to wear khakis and a Polo or plain colored shirt. Not exactly Hooters material. So I needed some extra time to run home and glam up before heading to get fitted for my uniform.
Around 2:00 I called Hooters and asked to speak to "Manager #2." The girl that answered told me she wouldn't be in until 3:15. Oh ya, that's right! She did tell me this yesterday. Crap! So I told the girl my situation and she said, well let me check her schedule real quick and see what days she'll be here this week. After waiting about a minute a man picks up and says, "Hello, this is ****** can I help you?" I said, "I was just waiting to speak to ******, she just put me on hold." He states, "Yeah, I know, this is ****** the manager, can I help you?" Geez! No need to be a rude ass! I apologized and told him I didn't realize she was transferring me. He repeats himself. (Wow really? I'm obviously gonna have to teach this asshole some manners.) So I go on to explain my situation to him. I tell him that Manager #2 (actually since I've now got the job let's start calling her Boss Lady, yeah that sounds good lol) aka Boss Lady knows that I'm still currently employed and that I have projects that sometimes take longer than expected which is the case today. I told him I'm all the way on the other side of town and can't possibly make it in time so I wondered if I could reschedule the fitting for a little later today or tomorrow. His assholeness replies, "(sigh) Well you'll just have to call her at 3:15 and ask her."
Well great, I've made a wonderful first impression with Asshole Manager (yep, that's his name now until further notice) whom I didn't even know existed until this moment. I'm hoping he's just a fill-in manager and not the real deal if you know what I mean.
I anxiously wait for 3:15 to roll around and call back to speak to Boss Lady. I'm put on hold for a few minutes and to my relief she answers instead of Asshole Manager. I explain the situation to her and she tells me not to worry, that's perfectly fine, no big deal, honey this and honey that. I knew I liked her! ;) I also stated that I hoped I didn't make a bad impression with Asshole Manager and that he seemed a little annoyed at my rescheduling. She told me not to worry and she'll chat with him. She then said, "He's not the restaurant manager anyway, I am. So really you have nothing to worry about. I know you're still working for another company and I commend you for hanging in their with them and not burning bridges. We definitely need reliable people here and this just shows that you won't run off on us without notice, even if you are looking for another job." (Ahh... relief!) So we rescheduled for tomorrow, anytime between 12 and 5. Awesome! I'll have time to go get my nails done and have ample time to get "photo shoot" ready. :D
Stay tuned for my post on the uniform fitting tomorrow!
I was so freaking excited to finally try on my very own pair of bright orange Hooter's panties, oh wait are those shorts? Haha, just kidding! But seriously, I was really excited but then I got stuck at my current job on a project that should've been done in half the time but I ran into all sorts of complications. I probably could've made it there in time if I wasn't required to show up "photo shoot ready." My current job is in retail merchandising so I'm only expected to wear khakis and a Polo or plain colored shirt. Not exactly Hooters material. So I needed some extra time to run home and glam up before heading to get fitted for my uniform.
Around 2:00 I called Hooters and asked to speak to "Manager #2." The girl that answered told me she wouldn't be in until 3:15. Oh ya, that's right! She did tell me this yesterday. Crap! So I told the girl my situation and she said, well let me check her schedule real quick and see what days she'll be here this week. After waiting about a minute a man picks up and says, "Hello, this is ****** can I help you?" I said, "I was just waiting to speak to ******, she just put me on hold." He states, "Yeah, I know, this is ****** the manager, can I help you?" Geez! No need to be a rude ass! I apologized and told him I didn't realize she was transferring me. He repeats himself. (Wow really? I'm obviously gonna have to teach this asshole some manners.) So I go on to explain my situation to him. I tell him that Manager #2 (actually since I've now got the job let's start calling her Boss Lady, yeah that sounds good lol) aka Boss Lady knows that I'm still currently employed and that I have projects that sometimes take longer than expected which is the case today. I told him I'm all the way on the other side of town and can't possibly make it in time so I wondered if I could reschedule the fitting for a little later today or tomorrow. His assholeness replies, "(sigh) Well you'll just have to call her at 3:15 and ask her."
Well great, I've made a wonderful first impression with Asshole Manager (yep, that's his name now until further notice) whom I didn't even know existed until this moment. I'm hoping he's just a fill-in manager and not the real deal if you know what I mean.
I anxiously wait for 3:15 to roll around and call back to speak to Boss Lady. I'm put on hold for a few minutes and to my relief she answers instead of Asshole Manager. I explain the situation to her and she tells me not to worry, that's perfectly fine, no big deal, honey this and honey that. I knew I liked her! ;) I also stated that I hoped I didn't make a bad impression with Asshole Manager and that he seemed a little annoyed at my rescheduling. She told me not to worry and she'll chat with him. She then said, "He's not the restaurant manager anyway, I am. So really you have nothing to worry about. I know you're still working for another company and I commend you for hanging in their with them and not burning bridges. We definitely need reliable people here and this just shows that you won't run off on us without notice, even if you are looking for another job." (Ahh... relief!) So we rescheduled for tomorrow, anytime between 12 and 5. Awesome! I'll have time to go get my nails done and have ample time to get "photo shoot" ready. :D
Stay tuned for my post on the uniform fitting tomorrow!
Interview # 2/Hooters # 2
My second interview: Tuesday at 12:30
I felt way more confidant for my 2nd interview. I guess I knew a little more of what to expect and felt I had gained just a little bit of experience from the first. Also, I forgot to mention previously that this was the Hooters that chose to call instead of email to set up the interview so the conversation I had with Manager # 2 felt way more personal. She was very sweet on the phone and she made it feel like I was an old friend. Before hanging up she told me to "come in with you hair and make-up done looking fabulous." It's the little extra things people say that can make a world of difference. I knew right away that I would like her style of managing. Her comment gave me the impression that she cares about the success of her employees and she's not just there to boss people around. She's not on a power trip in other words.
Anyway, enough of that rant. So this time I chose a nice black pencil skirt with a pink blouse (ugh! I hate the word blouse but shirt sounds too informal for what it is) and again with my black wedges. I got there on time for this interview, which also helped maintain my confidence. I was really excited for this one, because it's the Hooters closest to my house and is also in the more expensive side of town (I tried to find a way to word that differently so I wouldn't sound like it's all about the money, but let's be honest here... lol).
I parked and reapplied my favorite pink Chanel lip gloss and then got out and smoothed down my skirt. When I walked in I was greeted this time by a very nice hostess. She called for the Assistant Manager, or Floor Manager (whatever they call the secondary manager). She told me that "Manager # 2" just went out for something and would be back shortly. She lead me to a table where I could sit and watch the game that was on while I waited (like I'm really going to be able to pay attention to what's on the tv... I'll just be sitting here trying not to show my nervousness by playing with my hair too much or shaking my leg. I'll just try to look content while I judge all the girls).
The Assistant Manager came back over a few minutes later and offered me something to drink (YES! This will give me something to do! Lol) and I asked for a Diet Coke. "Is Pepsi okay?" she asks (disappointment). Now, I know a lot of people don't understand the importance of this question, so let me explain. I LOVE Coke products. Not just because I'm from Georgia and I'm supposed to. I just can't stand Pepsi because it's too sweet and doesn't have enough carbonation for my taste. I actually avoid places like Taco Bell and Arby's just simply because I know they serve Pepsi products. So I actually appreciate this question rather than the server just bringing you Pepsi instead. With that being said I would normally make an "eww" face and say "I'll take sweet tea instead" but in this particular situation I just didn't want to seem picky or ungrateful so i simply smiled and said, "Yes, that's fine."
I sat for another 5 - 10 minutes waiting and then one of the Hooters Girl's walked up to me and introduced herself. She asked, "are you interviewing for a Hooter's Girl job?" Finally someone I can talk to yay! I replied, "yes, just waiting to meet with Manager # 2 (leaving out names for obvious reasons), do you like working here?" I felt like my answer and question was a little cliché but whatever, it's all I could think to say at the time. Apparently it was the best question I could've asked this particular Hooters Girl 'cause it seemed like talking about herself was her favorite topic. Haha! Fine with me as long as I have something distracting me from my nerves while I wait for the manager. She was nice too though. I appreciated her taking the time to come over and talk to me. Let's be honest, we've all been on both sides of the coin here, the interviewee and the employee that can either make the interviewee feel worse by ignoring them and sizing them up or make them feel comfortable and welcome by striking up a conversation. I always choose the latter because I know that a) I've been in their shoes and b) they may be my co-worker soon, why not gain a new friend as well.
So Manager # 2 finally walks in. She comes over to the table and I stand up to shake her hand. She smiled and introduced herself and apologized for the wait. She leads me over to an empty section where we can have some privacy (FINALLY! Someone that's got some sense!) She starts the conversation with small talk about why she had to leave the restaurant and had to be late meeting with me. I tell her it's no problem and I know she's busy and I thank her for squeezing me into her busy schedule. Her personality made the questions she asked incredibly easy to answer. I felt like I could be myself and add a little bit of my bubbly, goofy personality to my answers. She said, "Well, I think you'll fit in great here..." and in the middle of her statement grabs one of the Hooter's Girls walking by to introduce her to me. Then she adds, "can you come in sometime this week to be fitted for your uniform? We'll take pictures of you in it and send it to corporate for approval. " Really? Hooters doesn't trust their managers to hire decent looking girls that don't look like ogers? Hmm. "Absolutely!" was my answer. "I can come tomorrow if that's okay." She replies, "Yes, tomorrow is perfect. How about 3:15? I can get you fitted as soon as I get here." I said, "Yes, that's perfect! Yay, I'm so excited!!!" (Yikes, I hope I didn't seem overly excited or like an airhead 'yay, I'm so excited!'? geez...) We shook hands, I thanked her for the interview and she offered to put my Diet Coke...eh um Pepsi in a to go cup (damn, these people got the hospitality thing down... I guess that's a good thing since they work in a restaurant).
Driving home I felt great! Just landed me a job at Hooters!!! I went ahead and emailed the first Hooters to let them know I would not be attending the 2nd interview because I had accepted a position elsewhere (damn, I guess I won't get to role play which I was sooo looking forward to, NOT!) and I emailed the 3rd to let them know the same.
GOT A BIG OL SMILE ON MY FACE! I'M A HOOTERS GIRL! WHAT WHAT!? OWWWW!
(sorry about that ;) )
I felt way more confidant for my 2nd interview. I guess I knew a little more of what to expect and felt I had gained just a little bit of experience from the first. Also, I forgot to mention previously that this was the Hooters that chose to call instead of email to set up the interview so the conversation I had with Manager # 2 felt way more personal. She was very sweet on the phone and she made it feel like I was an old friend. Before hanging up she told me to "come in with you hair and make-up done looking fabulous." It's the little extra things people say that can make a world of difference. I knew right away that I would like her style of managing. Her comment gave me the impression that she cares about the success of her employees and she's not just there to boss people around. She's not on a power trip in other words.
Anyway, enough of that rant. So this time I chose a nice black pencil skirt with a pink blouse (ugh! I hate the word blouse but shirt sounds too informal for what it is) and again with my black wedges. I got there on time for this interview, which also helped maintain my confidence. I was really excited for this one, because it's the Hooters closest to my house and is also in the more expensive side of town (I tried to find a way to word that differently so I wouldn't sound like it's all about the money, but let's be honest here... lol).
I parked and reapplied my favorite pink Chanel lip gloss and then got out and smoothed down my skirt. When I walked in I was greeted this time by a very nice hostess. She called for the Assistant Manager, or Floor Manager (whatever they call the secondary manager). She told me that "Manager # 2" just went out for something and would be back shortly. She lead me to a table where I could sit and watch the game that was on while I waited (like I'm really going to be able to pay attention to what's on the tv... I'll just be sitting here trying not to show my nervousness by playing with my hair too much or shaking my leg. I'll just try to look content while I judge all the girls).
The Assistant Manager came back over a few minutes later and offered me something to drink (YES! This will give me something to do! Lol) and I asked for a Diet Coke. "Is Pepsi okay?" she asks (disappointment). Now, I know a lot of people don't understand the importance of this question, so let me explain. I LOVE Coke products. Not just because I'm from Georgia and I'm supposed to. I just can't stand Pepsi because it's too sweet and doesn't have enough carbonation for my taste. I actually avoid places like Taco Bell and Arby's just simply because I know they serve Pepsi products. So I actually appreciate this question rather than the server just bringing you Pepsi instead. With that being said I would normally make an "eww" face and say "I'll take sweet tea instead" but in this particular situation I just didn't want to seem picky or ungrateful so i simply smiled and said, "Yes, that's fine."
I sat for another 5 - 10 minutes waiting and then one of the Hooters Girl's walked up to me and introduced herself. She asked, "are you interviewing for a Hooter's Girl job?" Finally someone I can talk to yay! I replied, "yes, just waiting to meet with Manager # 2 (leaving out names for obvious reasons), do you like working here?" I felt like my answer and question was a little cliché but whatever, it's all I could think to say at the time. Apparently it was the best question I could've asked this particular Hooters Girl 'cause it seemed like talking about herself was her favorite topic. Haha! Fine with me as long as I have something distracting me from my nerves while I wait for the manager. She was nice too though. I appreciated her taking the time to come over and talk to me. Let's be honest, we've all been on both sides of the coin here, the interviewee and the employee that can either make the interviewee feel worse by ignoring them and sizing them up or make them feel comfortable and welcome by striking up a conversation. I always choose the latter because I know that a) I've been in their shoes and b) they may be my co-worker soon, why not gain a new friend as well.
So Manager # 2 finally walks in. She comes over to the table and I stand up to shake her hand. She smiled and introduced herself and apologized for the wait. She leads me over to an empty section where we can have some privacy (FINALLY! Someone that's got some sense!) She starts the conversation with small talk about why she had to leave the restaurant and had to be late meeting with me. I tell her it's no problem and I know she's busy and I thank her for squeezing me into her busy schedule. Her personality made the questions she asked incredibly easy to answer. I felt like I could be myself and add a little bit of my bubbly, goofy personality to my answers. She said, "Well, I think you'll fit in great here..." and in the middle of her statement grabs one of the Hooter's Girls walking by to introduce her to me. Then she adds, "can you come in sometime this week to be fitted for your uniform? We'll take pictures of you in it and send it to corporate for approval. " Really? Hooters doesn't trust their managers to hire decent looking girls that don't look like ogers? Hmm. "Absolutely!" was my answer. "I can come tomorrow if that's okay." She replies, "Yes, tomorrow is perfect. How about 3:15? I can get you fitted as soon as I get here." I said, "Yes, that's perfect! Yay, I'm so excited!!!" (Yikes, I hope I didn't seem overly excited or like an airhead 'yay, I'm so excited!'? geez...) We shook hands, I thanked her for the interview and she offered to put my Diet Coke...eh um Pepsi in a to go cup (damn, these people got the hospitality thing down... I guess that's a good thing since they work in a restaurant).
Driving home I felt great! Just landed me a job at Hooters!!! I went ahead and emailed the first Hooters to let them know I would not be attending the 2nd interview because I had accepted a position elsewhere (damn, I guess I won't get to role play which I was sooo looking forward to, NOT!) and I emailed the 3rd to let them know the same.
GOT A BIG OL SMILE ON MY FACE! I'M A HOOTERS GIRL! WHAT WHAT!? OWWWW!
(sorry about that ;) )
Interview # 1/Hooters # 1
My interview attire: after doing my research I settled on a black dress - casual top that showed what little cleavage I have left after my much needed and wanted breast reduction in '09 (ironic that I'd be applying to Hooters right!?), paired with some dress - casual gray and black shorts with a pair of black wedges. I wore my hair down of course which is the "Hooters Way" and wore a considerable amount of makeup. From what I hear there is a fine line between not enough and too much. Apparently they are trying to portray a "sexy girl next door look"... although whenever I've heard "the girl next door" I've always pictured a tall, skinny, nerdy girl with glasses and braids playing a flute. I don't know why; maybe my brain is corrupt or maybe that's because the girl next door to me was that way but I guess they don't literally mean the girl next door. :/ Anyway, back to my attire. I struggled with the decision to wear or not to wear panty hose with my shorts. Normally I would not even consider such a thing (who wear pantyhose with shorts?) but since I know Hooters Girl's are required to wear them under their shorts I wasn't sure if maybe it would be a good idea to wear them. I put them on to see if that would help my decision but since the only ones I had were tan and not neutral I decided against it. You see, while I'm not ghostly white and was actually blessed with an olive complexion, the very tan panty hose made my upper body look strange considering it hasn't seen the sun for the past 2 summers. :(
On my way to my interview I have to overcome just about every obstacle that could be thrown my way. I got behind a school bus (is it early dismissal for schools today? Wtf?), had to turn around and take an alternate route 'cause the Department of Transportation decided to torture me by re-paving the major road that runs between my house and Hooters #1 (yay), and then followed an ol' blue hair the rest of the way on a 2 lane street. I pull in at exactly 12:30. Oh but what's this? My left eye is watering and smudging the eyeliner I just spent 2 hours perfecting. Ugh! I'm searching everywhere in the car for a napkin or tissue... no luck. Then I see the jacket in my backseat that I just so happened to have left back there the other day when I had to work in the freezer at my current job (retail merchandiser). I used the sleeve of the jacket to try to dry my eye and push the remaining eyeliner back into place the way you would the icing on a cake after the fat kid at the party couldn't help but put his chubby little fingers in it. And for no good reason at all, this is exactly how my left eye felt, like a fat kids chubby little fingers were all up in it. Ugh! Of course this is happenening. Finally I gave up and decided to just go inside. After all it was pushing 12:35 and I'm now late to my first interview.
Contemplating whether or not to just turn around and run (after all I have 2 more interviews, I can do better for the other 2) my feet wind up deciding for me and before I know it I'm standing at the bar asking for the manager who I won't name. He comes walking out after a very uncomfortable 10 minutes (obviously I'm the center of attention and everyone's wondering why I'm there and staring at my smudge eyeliner, or at least that's what I thought at the time) he walks up to me and introduces himself. He leads me over to one of the high top tables in the corner. People are sitting all around us which definitely doesn't help my level of comfort. Great, now instead of making eye contact and smiling I most likely have a putrid look on my face as I'm sitting there thinking a) why the f*** would they schedule an interview on their busy lunch hour and b) why would they do the interview at the tables on said busy lunch hour right next to the customers? I figure it must just be a test of how I handle pressure, so i go with it.
Mr. Manager goes about asking the usual interview questions and I answer them perfectly in my opinion. He tells me a lot about Hooters which I already knew or that I read online in preparation for my interview. He then starts asking if I'd be comfortable in the uniform (nope, I applied hoping you would make an exception for me and let me wear a moo moo, or however you spell it, instead) and if I've ever worked in this type of environment before. Then he gets this weird look on his face and I can't tell if he's constipated or if I've said something wrong; he asks, "So is this how your hair usually looks, the color I mean?" Okay, the question is fine, but why the hell do you have a disgusted look on your face? What's that all about? I recently went from blonde highlights to a medium brown - burgundy color. Ya I know, wrong timing for a Hooters interview. I answer him, "my natural hair color is a medium brown color but most of the time I have blonde highlights. This burgundy color is something new I tried a few weeksago. If it's a problem, I can always switch back to my highlights. I love my highlights!" I remind myself to smile, but not too big.
He concludes the interview by explaining the rest of the hiring process which will include a 2nd interview and a 3rd in which I will be given a uniform to try on and then I will be tested on a mock serving session. WHAT!? ROLE PLAYING? I HATE ROLE PLAYING! Then I told myself "Oh well, it's mandatory, suck it up!" We scheduled my 2nd interview for 2:00 on Wednesday.
I left feeling okay about my first interview. It wasn't great but it wasn't the worst either. If Mr. Manager had been a little more personable and didn't have the personality of a banana peel, it probably would have gone better.
Here's to hoping I hit a home run at interview # 2!
The Application Process
So I've decided to look into getting a job with hooters... yes a job, not a career. ;)
First things first. I decide it would be a good idea to call around to a few of the local Hooters to see if any of them were in fact hiring. Now I know it's 2014 and most if not all companies require you to apply online and do pretty much everything online now, but I also know a lot of companies don't keep up with their open positions online. So I call the first one, and let's just say my efforts were thrown out the friggin' window when the first girl I spoke to tells me with a snooty attitude, "Um sweetie, it's 2014, you have to do your application online." I "sweetly" respond, "Oh yes I know that it is 2014, however my question was not 'how or where do I apply,' my question was, 'ARE YOU HIRING'?
SERIOUSLY!?!?!? This has gotten off to a great start, I'm already visualizing one of the Hooters Girl's slow agonizing death. But seriously, I'm not gonna let it get me down. I go online and fill out a pleasantly short application (compared to some companies that make you answer a really stupid personality questionnaire that you'd have to be a dumb ass to answer incorrectly... but I guess Hooters isn't concerned about your personality are they? Haha just kidding!) for three of the Hooters near me. I received a generic "thank you for applying" email within minutes of applying to each. The email stated I would receive a call from a manager in 3-5 days if they felt my qualifications and background met their needs. In my head I'm thinking, "3-5 days? Yeah right!."
To my shock and surprise, the very next day I received an email from two of the locations, and a phone call from the 3rd. Wow! They either really need waitresses, oh my bad, "Hooters Girls" or I should be feeling pretty damn good about myself. I selfishly decide it must've been the second one. After all, you have to submit a picture with your application, so it must've been the second. ;p
I emailed back the first two (I'm guessing it must be their preferred method of contact otherwise they would've called) and return the call of the 3rd. Success! Interviews set for (we will call them) Hooters #1 Monday at 12:30, Hooters #2 Tuesday at 12:30, and Hooters #3 Wednesday at 3:30.
Getting very nervous about my interviews and wondering what in the world does one wear to a Hooters interview, I decide to go online and search for the answer and learn a bit about Hooters. I came across several blogs that were very helpful but a little outdated which is where I got the idea for this one. I will keep writing as long as possible or until my "career" with Hooters comes to an end but either way, this should be fun! ;)
First things first. I decide it would be a good idea to call around to a few of the local Hooters to see if any of them were in fact hiring. Now I know it's 2014 and most if not all companies require you to apply online and do pretty much everything online now, but I also know a lot of companies don't keep up with their open positions online. So I call the first one, and let's just say my efforts were thrown out the friggin' window when the first girl I spoke to tells me with a snooty attitude, "Um sweetie, it's 2014, you have to do your application online." I "sweetly" respond, "Oh yes I know that it is 2014, however my question was not 'how or where do I apply,' my question was, 'ARE YOU HIRING'?
SERIOUSLY!?!?!? This has gotten off to a great start, I'm already visualizing one of the Hooters Girl's slow agonizing death. But seriously, I'm not gonna let it get me down. I go online and fill out a pleasantly short application (compared to some companies that make you answer a really stupid personality questionnaire that you'd have to be a dumb ass to answer incorrectly... but I guess Hooters isn't concerned about your personality are they? Haha just kidding!) for three of the Hooters near me. I received a generic "thank you for applying" email within minutes of applying to each. The email stated I would receive a call from a manager in 3-5 days if they felt my qualifications and background met their needs. In my head I'm thinking, "3-5 days? Yeah right!."
To my shock and surprise, the very next day I received an email from two of the locations, and a phone call from the 3rd. Wow! They either really need waitresses, oh my bad, "Hooters Girls" or I should be feeling pretty damn good about myself. I selfishly decide it must've been the second one. After all, you have to submit a picture with your application, so it must've been the second. ;p
I emailed back the first two (I'm guessing it must be their preferred method of contact otherwise they would've called) and return the call of the 3rd. Success! Interviews set for (we will call them) Hooters #1 Monday at 12:30, Hooters #2 Tuesday at 12:30, and Hooters #3 Wednesday at 3:30.
Getting very nervous about my interviews and wondering what in the world does one wear to a Hooters interview, I decide to go online and search for the answer and learn a bit about Hooters. I came across several blogs that were very helpful but a little outdated which is where I got the idea for this one. I will keep writing as long as possible or until my "career" with Hooters comes to an end but either way, this should be fun! ;)
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