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Job Interviews, Mission Statements & Fudging — Fledgling Adult pg91
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
Back in the Bay Area and another job hunt was on. I crashed at my parent’s house, with Stella in San Francisco and with men I knew and didn’t. A large ski shop by the Polk district was hiring for the winter. I dressed sporty chic, showed up, got in a long line and waited next to a rack of brochures. Out of boredom I grabbed one and scanned bullet points touting the unique characteristics of Solomon bindings. Having had some years of retail sales experience by this point there were fewer lies on the application. I could also answer the question, “Do you ski?” honestly.
“What kind of skis do you have?” the owner asked. I told him. “What kind of bindings?”
“Solomon,” I lied.
“Why did you chose Solomon?”
“Because their compact shape attaches them closer to the boot, they allow more flexibility in the camber over the length of the ski.”
Parroting the pamphlet landed the ski shop job, and it turned out I was pretty good at selling puffy clothes. — From Chapter 4
I was recently asked for the mission statement of my business to apply for a grant, which inspired me to find out what good ones look…
