Imperial Valley press., 1936-11-29

simple. No, didn't take bookkeeping. dislike
green eyeshades. They give one an unhealthy
look. 1 did graduate myself, If you insist upon
the details. The school had nothing to do with
it. Yes, guess I am sort of lone wolf in that
sense No, just in that sense. I'll give my tele
phone number to the right sort of person.
We come again to the question of looking for
job. Equipped with an imaginary diploma, for
1 only remained in school six months, and with
no real business experience behind me- I en-
barked on a tour of the employment agencies.
I registered with them ALL After the word Tex
perience" put none" 1t was not until too late
that I realized should have put down months
of experience in several imaginary jobs.
After filling out these registration blanks, 1
was firmly dismissed and told to return the
next day as something might turn up. re-
turned-again and again. And mark you these
agencies are scattered all over the downtown
district, so good bit of footwork is required.
l have often wondered, while indulSing in these
walking tours, why the term 'fat-foot" is used
only in connection with officers of the law 1t
could, with even greater accuracy, be applied to
young women looking for work.
FINALLY after many days. and many miles
of walking behind me, was sent to inter
view man. Cutching my card of introduction
I entered an imposing building, presented my
self at the reception desk, and was told to wait.
This waiting system is evidently time honored,
and designed primarily to wear one down.
waited-and waited Eventually l was told
might see Mr.. Whoosis and given complete di-
rections as to how to reach his office which was
by means of many winding stairs. Evidently an
absent minded architect designed this handsome
building as there seemed not to be an eleVa-
tor in the place. While making the ascent de-
cided that undoubtedly Mr.. Whoosis was an eld-
erly gentleman of the old school and wiped off
T
entered Mr. Whoosis' lair I found he was "a
young and quite handsome person. He asked me
the name of my school and when l gave it pro-
nounced it an excellent college. This cheered me
somewhat He then asked me if had known
Jean Jones there. Never having heard the name
before I replied, yes, and wasn't she a charm
ing girl Finally, Mr.. Whoosis sent me down
stairs to interview Mr.. Hoople. going
to be smart this time and profit by my mistake.
So, on the descent, I put on the lpstick. Mr..
Hoople turned out to be testy old gentleman
who took not the slightest interest in my
schools, my experience or inexperience in bust
ness, anything else about me. I was dis
missed. Perhaps Mr.. Whoosis didn't think Jean
Jones such a charming girl after ALL and
doubtedly Mr.. Hoople didn't approve of red
dened lips. AS went sadly out reflected how
many things hinge on little lipstick in the
wrong place.
My second attempt to enter the business
world was equally unsuccessful. wrote let
ter Of application in my best style, without
split infinitive In 1t I mailed the letter Next
morning received telephone call to visit the
owner of the firm at IL. I arrived promptly at
II and was forced to wait two hours for the
privilege Of being abused by an ogre. entered
the owners Office and he ordered me to sit
down. had scarcely gotten seated when he let
out such piercing scream at his secretary that
I shot out Of my chair like rocket. was or
dered to remain seated. While attempting to
collect my shattered nerves Mr.. Worple, the