Monday, January 3, 2011

its official...


I am now a hooters girl.

Thats right. at 5'2 and 130 lbs, I have been deemed sexy enough to wear the sacred owl. Hip hip hooray? Who knew the ability to fit into a skin tight pair of orange dolphin shorts and crunch socks made me "sexy"

Anyways, my interview went smoothly. I waited for about 35 minutes at a back table after being seated there by the manager who conducted my first interview. Remember him? mr. Not So Sleazy? This time, he was considerably more forgettful and couldnt seem to remember my name. No biggie. After being asked constantly by every girl if I had already been helped, they seemed to warm up to me, telling me how much they loved my (new and incredibly painful) shiny black stilettos and joking around with me every time they walked by. Much better atmosphere this time around but then again, the blonde trio was nowhere to be found. Miss Slick was however working the front and she was not too entirely friendly once she recognized me. I can't decide if she thinks I'm encroaching on her territory or here to knock her out of a job but she can rest easy. I want nothing to do with the catty ones. I'll put up with them only when I have to.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the general manager came up to me. She seemed to be somewhere in her late twenties, early thirties (though I could be horribly wrong) with bleached blonde hair and roots that showed thru in a way that actually fitted her. Made the bleached sections look more natural, I guess? whatever. We'll just call her Roots. She took me to the very back, which oddly enough has pool tables and concrete floors. (the main section of the restaurant had these ridicuously glossy hardwood floors that made me feel as though my stilettos would come crashing out from under me at any second. yuck.) She sat me down in a booth and began to ask me a few questions:

where did you hear about us?
Craigslist. (this is where you look shocked. yes, hooters advertises on craigslist.)

what is is your availability?
whenever.

full time?
sure, why not.

any problems with the uniform?
(besides the idea of a forced camel toe and cinstant wedgies...?) nope

then came the kicker. "any visible tattoos?"
One, a bird on my shoulder, but i can cover it up if needed.
Roots laughed for a second, told me to hang on and left. She came back with a girl who was literally covered in tattoos from head to foot and said "I dont think tattoos will be a problem." (keep in mind, this girl used body cover up to reduce the visibility of her tattoos, leaving her looking as though shed been beaten rather than inked.)

sweet.

The interview was about 15 minutes long and I was hired on the spot. Roots then sent me home with a website and four hours of online training, including an exam that would make me able to sell and serve alcohol (which I finished in two hours and passed with an 85%. holla!)

Oh, btw, wanna know what the rest of my training consists of? I knew you would.

4 hours of Image training
-(proper uniform fit, hair and make up, hygeine, and health and wellness)
2 hours of "Service that sells"
-(basically covers my tips, pay, and best way to get tips. aka, how to flirt)
orientation (length unknown)
-(my first official day will be this one, wherein I will get my uniform, homework, and be briefed on hooters girl history, policies, handbook, scheduling, benefits, and store info.)
2 hours of Classroom
-("learn all the tricks of the trade from a certified trainer including tips and how to look beautiful." must I say more?)
3 on the job shifts
-(table numbers, hospitality skills, bar, ticket times, food and beverage and mock shop tests. All of these have to be taken before *dun dun dun* audition day.

*dun dun dun* audition day basically consists of me getting a two table section with my own guests and...well, auditioning to see how I do, if I need any more training and all that.

In other news (because I've definitely talked enough about Hooters) I'm horribly sick. I dont know what I have or why it won't go away, but jeez I'm in pain. It started yesterday with a cough, then progressed to sinus infection-like pain, then add on a headache ad body aches and youve got me all rolled up into one big ball of sickness. My pet potbelly pig, Corky, is also not doing so well. A few prayers for us definitely wouldnt hurt.

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