Okay, so I’m in Canada (how did I get here again?)
and I’m losing my mind because I have neither a place to live nor a job. I have only a 6 month work visa and one job interview. I’ll be going to see apt #3 today, in an area of town that I’d like to be in, but google maps is such a bitch since everything always looks drab on street view.
In any case, I went to my interview this morning.
And did I mention that for some reason the Montreal Craigslist is filled with jobs like this one asking for “girls 18-35″ to work as “sexy masseuse – no experience necessary.” And of course all of the ads are written with the caps lock on, and usually consist of one to two sentences claiming LOTS OF $$$, PERFECT FOR STUDENTS and often misspelled. So, naturally, I’m pretty wary about anything listed under the salon/spa/fitness tag. Anyway, so I go to this interview, located in a nice-looking normal street up two flights of stairs and in a small office space with dirty gray carpet. I’m greeted by the secretary, “If you have a copy of your resume, I’ll take it to him and you can wait. It shouldn’t be long,” she said, smiling. Another woman comes in, late twenties, and says something about “him” to the secretary. So about five minutes later, “he” asks me to come in. The room looks more like a studio than an office. There’s a large window that appears to be soundproof, and two large office chairs in front of a dark wooden desk. He shakes my hand and asks me to sit down. As I look at him, I am instantly struck by how much he resembles a stereotypical porn director. The loose fitting silk shirt, top two buttons undone, the almost mullet-like curly hairdo with a slight bald spot at the top, and of course the rather large mole à la Prince John from Robin Hood Men in Tights.
So I’m sure you can understand my apprehension when he explains to me that he’s looking for girls to go around to local spas and promote them. Not to mention, he didn’t even really explain what we would be doing. “Welcome to Montreal” he said, as I left. And what a grand welcome it’s been.
wait –i’m confused– you actually *went* to an interview for a job seeking girls 18-35 to be a sexy masseuse??! tell me you didn’t!
Ha, no. But it WAS listed under spa/salon jobs, hence the apprehension. I think the job title was “sales representative”, but they were basically looking for pretty girls to sell their products to salons. Kind of like the Redbull girls.
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