A few months ago I applied for a teller position with Wells Fargo, probably about 3 months ago. I went through the first few interviews and passed the phone interviews, but i couldn't seem to get into an actual interview slot. I was messing up on a lot of things during that time, I wasn't really going to church (not by choice) but because I was being scheduled to work from 1 to 10 every sunday. I had even put in my 2 week notice but because i had no job to secure me financially, i took it all back. Our store ended up doing horribly for inventory, My store manager quit and to top it all off, one of our Assistant managers got injured and never came back. It was all me to fend for the store until our new store manager would come in from Arizona. A few horrendous corporate visits from our VP and DM made me realize how i could work a little harder and give a little more effort to make this better.
I looked at how i was living and how i was making excuses for EVERYTHING, I was sad all of the time, I just didn't understand why things didn't seem fair in anything that I did. Even Mona was getting it from me, I was just a mess. Then I looked at the bigger picture, What was missing? why was i so sad, so confuzed and so hopeless in all the things that were easily manageable. i'd done it before?Where had my faith gone? It was at that moment that I realized how much I was doing was wrong or just throwing a BIG pitty party. I was tired of having to work sundays, I was tired of messing up, I was tired of giving in to temptation. I was just tired of everything. So I said sorry, REALLY sorrry.
.. its really nice that during this time you have a very understanding boyfriend who will help you get through the hard times, even if we had our trials, we got through every one. He is my best friend and the one person who understands so much about me but at the same time can drive me NUTS :) i'm sure he feels the same way at times. But i love him so much, he is my world.
I prayed a lot, I talked to bishop and I cryed away all my fears and just stepped it up. In that next week, I got an email from Wells fargo to call for an appointment slot for a group interview, I had been in that process for about 2 months and all appointments were being filled up quick. That morning was different, THEY ACTUALLY HAD AN OPEN SLOT! I hadn't gotten my schedule at Windsor but i booked it for the coming week anyways. I was able to get the day off and go to my interview. There were 15 people, all eager as me to get this job. Only a few of us really stuck out and I left the interview feeling really good about my performance. About 2 weeks later I would get an email telling me that I had made it to my final interview process! YAY! Which would be Tuesday Nov. 8th at 1030 AM. It would be in Downtown LA, yes that big building in Dwntown. I was pretty excited to be heading into the city for a big girl interview. It felt really cool in all honesty.
MORNING OF... THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING...
So I woke up and got ready for my interview, I made sure to pick out my outfit the night before, I was done doing that late stuff so i woke up and left my house at 915 to get to LA. I live like 30 minutes from downtown, NBD right? So Since It was a little early i figured getting an iced Chai to calm my nerves would be a good idea. I got on the 105 at 935, thinking it would be enough time, only to find myself sitting in morning traffic, WTH? I thought it ended at 9 am? WRONG. SO here i am, freaking out because I want to be IN the building by 1020. I jump on the 710N and thank goodness no traffic. I'm on the 5N in no time, 950ish and kaboom, TRAFFIC. Urg, so closeee! Traffic was HORRIBLE on the 5 to the 101 which is where i had to be, It took about 10 minutes to get to the 101 and from there I had to go to spring street which was ONLY 3 miles away, yea, that means 15 minutes in traffic. SO here i am, screaming freaking out because I'm like runnig late, i'm nervous, let the panic attack arive, just what i needed right? WRONG. So i get off on spring at 1020, head to the so called parking lot that the wells fargo recruter said would have a shuttle to get to the building. So they lied, it was 12 bucks, not ten, so i gave the guy all my change which was probably 1150 or so, give me a break. I ask about this so called shuttle, but he had no idea what I was talking about. At this point i was like F it i'll just walk. So I ask the guy where the wells fargo was at and he pointed me west, I kind of had a feeling of taking my flats to walk but I was like nah, i'll be good in my 4 inch heels.WRONG.
10 minutes until interview,
I walk down spring street only to find that he had pointed me towards ATM machines from wells fargo FML. SO i asked someone directions to the Wells Fargo tower, 4 blocks up 4th street... ???? WHAT! its 1023 now... so I decided to book it, I literally started running in my heels, BAD IDEA. I was good, then i feel a slight slip and hear a tear... "omg.. i'm falling i'm falling i'm falling shoooootttt... omg i'm goonna cryyyy" right in front of a sandwich shop where everyone was waiting for me to hit the ground, but i made it.. lol. I decided to take off my shoes and just RUN, So here i am, wearing a blazer, a cute top, a skirt, BAREFOOT in Downtown Los Angeles. I made sure to watch evvery step i took, no siringes, no gross stuff, just pavement... I found 4th street, went up 2 blocks and put my shoes back on, thinking it would be good from there, I was already late, it was 1030 on the dot. I crossed the street, only to find A HILL!!! A FREAKING HILL!! omg... KILL me.. this is the interview from HELL.. lol. So, I take of my shoes, because THERE IS JUST NO WAY, and i book it up there, mind you its like 70 plus
degrees at this point so i'm like sweating. I find a nice man who walked up to the Wells fargo tower
area and pointed me in the right direction. Of course I went to the wrong enterance and had to go all the way
around to FINALLY make it. it was 1040 AM. 10minutes late BUT thankgoodness they were running
late so it was nothing to them. I was ahot mess, and everyone else seemed to look ready and nice,
I was not happy. I got some water, cooled down and did my all.
Today, I found out I got the job. THANK YOU HF! All of that trouble and it all paid off,
I guess a rule of thumb is to ALWAYS prepare for traffic in LA, and NEVER wear 4 inch stilletos
to an interview.
The end.
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