This weekend was wacky. Just full to the brim with happenings, which unfortunately didn’t leave much time for it to be relaxing. It all started on Friday, when Dylan lost his job rather unexpectedly. The company that he was working for decided that his position was not generating enough income, so they are basically absorbing it into someone else’s job. That person is getting tricked…but at least they still have a job, I guess. Dylan kind of got the short end of the stick because he was the last person hired, etc. It was a bum deal.
So, while I was in FoCo lending moral support, distraction and helping Dylan pack up his office, I applied at Anne Taylor Loft. You have to fill out a pretty standard application as well as take an online assessment, which is basically a personality profile. The best part is, I failed it. Seriously. I don’t really know how, but they called and told me I didn’t score high enough to be considered for employment in their store. Heh. Ironically, they were pretty rude about it, which made it even better. I mean, I’ll admit I felt a little flawed for awhile…who wouldn’t after failing a personality test? But now I find it down right funny.