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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Serendipity I spent all afternoon just filling out the application. Actually it was about twenty five minutes if you don’t count the time waiting in line to fill it out. The damn thing was four pages long, and they gave me a little pencil, like the ones they give out on golf courses, to fill it out with. Some of the questions made me chuckle when I read them. “Tell us about your past work experience.” “How many licenses/certificates do you hold?” “How many wpm can you type?” That one made me laugh out loud. I was applying for a job driving a hi-lo. The Supervisor in charge of collecting the completed applications looked at me and smiled. The one that really got me though was the one in the section they called the “Employment Agreement”. It read: “Upon condition of employment would you be willing to submit to a background check and drug test.” Submit, I thought, that word was ironic. Yeah, I’ll stay up all night studying for the ‘drug test.’ I laughed so hard that I almost peed my pants. When I finished, I handed it to the Supervisor. She told me that she couldn’t help notice how much pleasure I expressed in filling out the application. I told her I hadn’t worked in a little while. She said, “Well, we are looking for enthusiastic types. I’ll put your application in the ‘special’ pile. I’ll go out on a limb and recommend you for the job.” I thanked her. She said she thought I would do well. She said I seemed like the happy type. I told her, Yeah, that’s me, happy.
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