This Kind Of Work Is Not In Her Jeans
(I am working the night audit shift at a hotel when a young woman comes in. She is dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. It is about two in the morning.)
Girl: “Hey! Are you guys taking applications right now?”
Me: “I don’t know, honestly, but I can give you the web address where we take applications.”
Girl: “There isn’t a manager I can speak to?”
(Again, it is two in the morning.)
Me: “Um… I’m the de facto manager on duty right now, but I have no control over our hiring practices. You’ll have to go online, or wait until morning when someone is in.”
Girl: “Aw, shoot. I just wanted to get some kind of job; you know, something easy, like your job!”
Me: *glancing at the mountain of accounting paperwork I’m currently trying to get through while attempting not to look insulted* “Yes, well, like I said, I don’t know if we’re hiring, but I know we don’t need any more night auditors right now.”
Girl: “Sure, sure. Oh! And do you have to wear anything in particular for this job?”
Me: *looks down at the pinstripe suit and matching blouse that no young woman would possibly wear unless they had to* “Yes… This.”
Girl: “What? You mean I can’t just wear like, a t-shirt and jeans?”
Me: “No.”
Girl: “Huh! Well, never mind, then!”
(She left. Not only have I never seen ANY hotel of ANY stripe that allowed its employees to wear t-shirts and jeans to work, but we are a higher-end, full-service brand!)