*head explodes*

My Starbucks interview on Tuesday went really well. By the time I actually got in there, I had spent the previous several days posting on various message boards (well, just one really...) looking for people who already worked there, and asking for horror stories and what not. Surprisingly enough, outside of this site, most of what I read online leads me to believe that Starbucks really isn't such a shitty place to work after all... you can have all the coffee you can drink and one pastry while you're on shift, even the part-timers get full medical and dental benefits, there's a stock options plan that's supposed to be really good, and everybody who works there gets one pound of free coffee beans to take home every week. As shitty minimum-wage jobs go, this sounds pretty sweet to me. So by the time I got to the interview, I was downright excited about my new career as a corporate barista. The manager seemed really nice, and it wasn't one of those horrible corporate job interviews either (you know... the ones that are really thinly veiled personality tests?). All she really asked about was what I liked and disliked about all my past jobs, and some really vague stuff like "What does it mean to you when I say 'customer service'?". Riiiight. Anyway, I had answers for everything yet kept the bullshit to a minimum, I was fucking amazing. The manager seemed really impressed with me, and she said that since her regional manager would be in later that afternoon she probably wouldn't have time to make any calls that day, she would definitely be calling by Wednesday. Awesome, I strutted out of there thinking, "finally."

Well Wednesday came and went, and there was no phone call. I completely freaked out. I spent most of the latter part of Wednesday and the earlier part of today in bed, crying a lot and not eating... thinking to myself "If I can't even get a shitty part-time job at the mall slinging coffee for minimum wage, what else is left...?" I was seriously lamenting the fact that the city shut down the Gentleman's Massage Parlour, conveniently located above X-Citement Video, because it violated "zoning regulations" *wink wink*. I wrote part of an honours thesis on prostitution last year, and I concluded from my research that staffing a rub-n-tug is probably the least objectionable form of sex work.

So no phone call from Starbucks. On the advice of one of my porn friends, I finally called them late this afternoon to see what was their fucking problem. The manager wasn't in, so I told the kid who answered the phone that I'd been in for an interview a few days ago but that I hadn't gotten a call, and asked if he'd heard whether or not they filled the job or not. He asked the shift supervisor and she said that they're still "looking for people for the fall", so that I could still get a call. I don't know how I am supposed to interpret this. Does it mean that I simply wasn't her first choice, so she'll put off bringing me in for training for a few weeks while she trains the *really* hip-looking coffee pourers? Jesus fucking Christ! So anyway, the manager is supposed to be in on Sunday, so I guess I'll call back then and see what the rhubarb is. This suck ass.