Job Interviewing and Such


When I was fifteen, my dad hired me to bartend private events at the hotel he worked at. Louisiana had some weird child labor laws and since the liquor license was in his name, I was allowed to pour booze. Or at least that’s what I was told at the time.

His bar was inside a Holiday Inn out near the New Orleans airport, which is actually in the neighboring city, Kenner.

Before I could work for him, I had to get hired by the hotel itself. I was excused from the drug test, but I had to take a long personality test. I have always prided myself on being honest, even when it wasn’t a good idea, so I answered the question as one might if he were not planning to be hired.

Is it sometimes necessary to cut corners to get the job done? Yes.

Would you keep a secret from management to protect someone’s job? Of course.

Is it sometimes necessary to lie to customers? Isn’t that what advertising is all about?

The general manager of the hotel looked at my answers and excused himself. I remember feeling extremely proud. Surely, he was off to tell my dad how unbelievably happy he was to have someone like me there. My dad walked back in with a new questionnaire.

“Less honest this time.” He was clearly amused.

“Why? Don’t you want to know the truth?”

“No one wants to know the truth. Just fill it out like you would if you were trying to get away with something.”


My second go around I imagined what a real square would write. The general manager came back in, shook my hand and invited me to join the team. Later he told me that they looked for lower scores when hiring management and that I had the lowest score of all time, but since I was just working as a banquet bartender, the rebellious attitude was unwanted.


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