Everyday I'm hustling

And that means the ole job hunt. There's not much more in life that I hate more (except maybe getting my fresh white-tee dirty in the first 5 minutes it's on) this process has 2 phases worthy of dread:
1) update your resume to sound like an amazing-you that has generic (without sounding generic) statements to qualify you for any and everything.
1a) make multiple versions of this (ie: serving, admin, personal assistant, and general) because let's be honest- it can't be THAT generic and we all know I have an assortment of past employment to reference. Ha!!
Oh yeah and finally 1b) send this out to a billion different ads from online (with a customized (yet so boring) cover letter EACH time keep in mind) to put your name on a list somewhere for a job (or a scam*) that you don't even know if you want, and will probably not call me back until I already am hired somewhere else!
And 2) humble yourself to door knocking at every business in town: asking if they're hiring, being told no, leaving your "CV" anyway...
Or being told "yes" or "maybe" and then talking with a manager briefly (which silly as it sounds I was rusty for that too! "what are my strengths as a server?" uh... "the people" what was that?!? FAIL)
Or maybe if you're really lucky you'll get asked on the spot to do a "trial" (by fire it must be short for)
This happened to me at the 2nd cafe that I walked into.
-Have I mentioned how serious they take their coffee down here?!? If you think the States (or San Diego) is overrun with Starbucks... There are literally 5 coffee shop/cafes in a block here. So it's not about crank it out commercialized style. It's about the roast and the pour (I guess. I'm not a coffee drinker at ALL)
so let's resume: Me- "Are you guys hiring?" Guy- "You wanna come around the bar and make a couple drinks right now?" My Inner Voice- "NO" but what comes out of Me- "sure"
At this point I'm totally faking it (and sweating) because it's been three years since I've frothed any milk or pulled espresso shots, and even then it was very casual (I pretty much taught myself) so in case you haven't guessed yet- I bombed it :( LOL one cappuccino and one latte: I poured them out of order, the capp was too wet (let's forget about coffee art!) and the latte came out as what he called a "flat white"
He kindly gave me a second go with the milk (he did the shots) and this time I was flustered and turned the frother more on when I was going for off! and burned it. He showed me the proper pour, had a small teachable moment (which was nice), shook my hand and said "better luck at the next place" MIV- "next place ha- I'm not doing that again!! Where's the opportunity for on-the-job-training?!?"
Needless to say, when a restaurant told me they mainly need bartenders and would like me to do a trial on sunday my excitement over a job prospect is rather dampened by the reality of my inexperience behind a bar :S
to be continued..................

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sure, I'll just get a western union account!