Jasp got a call for an interview from Hollister!
A mission was accomplished today. We handed out resumes at over twenty stores in the Eaton Centre Shopping Mall - where all the teenagers of Toronto convene to socialize. We did not socialize (well, a little bit). We were on a mission!
Here are the highlights:
We entered this store as we entered all other stores. With smiles, anticipation, and our resumes in hand.
Morro was distracted immediately by the really sweet super awesome red high-tops with gold detailing that were displayed on the back wall. She made like a b-line and headed straight for them, therefore missing much of the interaction that was about to occur.
Jasp had her eye on the prize and asked an employee to see the manager. "I am the manager", he stated, "Great!", Jasp responded. "We are applying for jobs and wondering if you happen to be hiring", she continued. She handed him her resume and continued to introduce herself. At first the manager was smiling, seemed to be joking around, and then things got weird. He started to get really serious. Like, really legit serious. Then he started saying things like "Your dress is a bit extreme for our image". Jasp, looking at the other employee, pointed out that he was wearing a camo shirt. "You can't get much more extreme than army gear, am I right?" Morro joined back in at this point (by the way). The manager then went on a tirade again clowns saying that we were "being disrespectful to him and his store and their brand", that no one will hire us the way that we are.
So we did what any dejected clowns would do, said "sorry you feel that way and that we certainly wouldn't be buying those really awesome red high-tops", and left.
We certainly will not be going back to the store with a name that rhymes with Waldo!
It took a really long time to decide what to put on our resumes. Like, going through your whole life in point form and deciding what is the more important thing... or not even more important... more like what is more important in the eye balls of the particular person that is going to be looking at it and deciding, based on it and the bits and bobs that you have selected, if you are worthy. So then it's not even what's more important but what do I think that they will think is the most important... AND you have to do that for each person that you are going to give it to. WHO HAS TIME FOR THAT?!
So we did our bestest but some things that are not even on our resumes are like, the very first jobs that we had...
Morro's first job was cleaning the neighbours driveways. They were really old ladies, and sisters too so she had this strange connection where she felt bad for them and kept imagining them getting buried in ten feet of snow and not being able to shovel themselves out because they were too old. She didn't even ask to be paid but the first time, after she shovelled all the snow off, they invited her in for tea and then gave her a whole twenty buckaroos.
Jasp's first job was trying to babysit...Trying because she didn't get very far. They had a guinea pig and her eyes puffed up like leaky balloons and she had to call Morro to come and finish the job while she sat on the front porch yelling directions to her so that she wouldn't mess it up. She can't remember the guinea pig's name but she's pretty sure it was "Nemesis."
NEITHER of those are on our resumes so really how accurate of a portrait of a person/clown can a resume really truly be?
Anyways, we managed to get them down to a page each (Jasp's was originally five pages but it was also written in prose) and Morro packed her Superman briefcase and off we went. Off to apply for jobs...
Morro and Jasp
Two of the most original clowns on the Canadian scene
Gleefully irreverent comedy that’s so sweetly refreshing you forget it’s intended for grownups