[Quicklog]smokesordieDecember 6 2009, 21:11:24 UTC
[The next day, Eyepatch is lazily sitting behind the counter of the butcher shop, which is currently empty--not that he's complaining. He doesn't appear particularly focused on anything, though he hasn't forgotten that Castor's supposed to stop by.]
[Working with meat sounded a hell of a lot better than working with people- And hell, maybe he'd get to pick up or work on some recipes. He steps into the shop, looking to the redhead-- Eyepatch, probably, if the. Uh. Eyepatch is anything to guess by.]
[Quicklog]smokesordieDecember 7 2009, 05:14:00 UTC
[He glances up from the counter, nodding in acknowledgment.]
Yup. You Castor?
[Sweet. Self-appointed smoke break. Not that it really mattered. He steps around the counter and waves toward the door to the back, leading the way.]
Getting the obvious out of the way. Qualifications and experience and all that is a no go. References too. Even if you could remember your criminal history, who seriously admits to that? So, uh, I guess that leaves... where do you see yourself in ten years?
[He simply nods following Eyepatch with his hands stuff in his pocket. At the question, he frowns for a second.] Ten years?
[Well shit, why the fuck? He shrugs with a flat look and similarly toned voice.] As a happy employee with your lovely company and slowly ascending the ranks.
[...To be honest, he had no idea where he'd be in ten days. Ah well.] What, people really stuck here that long?
[Quicklog]smokesordieDecember 8 2009, 00:28:46 UTC
Good enough for me. [He snorts, faintly bemused.] Hell if I know, man. I don't think I've heard of anyone reaching a two year mark.
[He stops in the middle of the room. Standard interview questions were pointless, so he drops that.] Wash your hands, don't steal shit, don't piss off Zombie. I'm serious about that last one. Shipment goes to the freezer. Work station's over here. [He turns and points to all of this. Oh so enthusiastic. Except not really.]
Oh, and don't chop your fingers off. Any questions?
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(ooc; log/quicklog/wait to talk to Kim? x3 )
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[[ooc: We should probably wait to talk to Kim, and if she gives the okay, I'm down for quicklogging. 8)]]
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Hey- You the guy on the journal, then?
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Yup. You Castor?
[Sweet. Self-appointed smoke break. Not that it really mattered. He steps around the counter and waves toward the door to the back, leading the way.]
Getting the obvious out of the way. Qualifications and experience and all that is a no go. References too. Even if you could remember your criminal history, who seriously admits to that? So, uh, I guess that leaves... where do you see yourself in ten years?
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[Well shit, why the fuck? He shrugs with a flat look and similarly toned voice.] As a happy employee with your lovely company and slowly ascending the ranks.
[...To be honest, he had no idea where he'd be in ten days. Ah well.] What, people really stuck here that long?
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[He stops in the middle of the room. Standard interview questions were pointless, so he drops that.] Wash your hands, don't steal shit, don't piss off Zombie. I'm serious about that last one. Shipment goes to the freezer. Work station's over here. [He turns and points to all of this. Oh so enthusiastic. Except not really.]
Oh, and don't chop your fingers off. Any questions?
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