If I was interviewed at some fast-food chain for a high-school job, it would go something like this:
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Hi, there. Nice to meet you. Mind if I sit? ... Thanks. Now, before we start, I'd like to get a couple of things straight. I'm not your average teenager. I am not dumb. So don't act like I'm dumb. In return, I won't assume you're dumb, unless you do something explicitly dumb. But for now, I'll assume you won't, because as I said, I won't assume you're dumb. I won't daze off while I'm on shift. I won't sneak out behind the restaurant for a smoke in the middle of my shift. (Based on what I know about most teenagers, I'll assume that most of them do that.) I won't groan and sigh because I'm bored. I love repetition. If it were up to me, most(if not all)of my life would be on a schedule to be followed perfectly. I'll happily greet customers, and tell them to have a fantastic day as they leave. I'll follow their orders down to the letter, even if it's something complicated like a quarter pounder, no pickle, no onion, extra cheese and lettuce, no mustard, no ketchup, and the tomato slice can't be touching the cheese. I'll make sure the food is hot when they get it. In other words, I won't screw up. Any questions?
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But for the record, I don't want a fast-food job. I'll probably go part-time at the library.
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