Talking Tissue

February 26, 2014

My box of kleenex states “I’m there when you are sad, love tissue.” “I am there when you run out of toilet paper. You’re welcome, tissue.” ”I’m there when you need to pick up icky things. Kindly, tissue.” ”I’m there when you’re sick. Feel better, tissue.” “On the top, please don’t leave me in your pocket when you do laundry.” Yikes, talking tissue!

I was summoned to generate a series of skills assessments at the Chiropractor’s office in North Saint Paul early this afternoon. Upon arrival, I completed an extensive Employment Application and got a copy of the job description.  Only then did I realize the position pays between $10 and $12 per hour, BOE (based on experience.) An easy  math test, personality test, ten key entry, typing test and short tour of the facilities got me revved. A long-time family business, that intends to grow this year, is hiring to fill one spot. Not certain how many others there are applying, but I was seated next to another applicant during this circuit testing process. She kept sighing throughout the exam and looked over my shoulder to see how she compared. I could have cared less who “won.” Though I believe I beat her out, on so many levels.

I put on hose for this? At least I hadn’t taken the time to shave, then I really would have been bummed-out. Where’s the tissue when I need one?