HP = Hay Palpak
For the 2nd time my mom was with me during my HP interview, though she stayed at the cafe on th 7th flr., we were still in the same building. I arrived at RSC at exactly 1:45 pm after a series of long walks from glorietta to several underpass along Ayala until we reached RSC, *sighs, we arrived there perspiring. HAHAHA then we parted our ways, i went straight to 15th flr where the interview is held. I arrived there without touch ups, sweaty and all but i don't mind. then Ms. Chesca approached me, the daughter of my dad's officemate who referred me to HP, she was nice and pretty and she wished me luck before the interview started.
I was interviewed by 2 guys, (i kept saying to myself, WTH a panel interview, im not prepared for this! crap. crap. crap.) 1 Team Leader and 1 HR Head, the team leader explained to me the exact description of the Job that i applied for he said, as Duty Manager blah blah blah blah. i haven't eaten lunch yet so i kinda spaced out for awhile. Then the HR Head who looked stricter (doesn't smile and looks you in the kind of person) asked me several situational questions where i was able to resolve conflict, show initiative and be a leader. then other questions are related to technical stuff such as Sybell and Unix, waaaa i don't know the answers, so i made a lame excuse and told them "im not familiar with Unix and Sybell yet, but im willing to learn" lame lame lame @_@
after the interview, i hurried to the elevator and pressed 7, when it reached 7th i went out, to my horror, it was Fitness First, not the cafe. i totally forgot that the 7th flr. cafe was on the east wing and i was on the west wing, i was wearing a corporate attire and everyone looked at me like im some sort of retard. HAHA memorable indeed.
to cut the story short, i didn't nail it. but t'was a good experience after all.
so before going home, me and mom went back to glorietta and met with ninang marcelle at Krispy Kreme, proceeded to Kenny Roger's where i consoled myself by wolfing down quarter leg Hainanese Chicken and Large Mango Fro-yo, i was instantly revived. Then we went home, we traveled along Daang Hari and witnessed a Motocross practice, OHSOME. right?! we stopped and watched while i secretly wished that one of those daredevils in helmet is Derek Ramsey's gorgeousness. wishful thinking ain't that bad. right?
later i'll post some pictures that i took, my internet connection is acting a little weird today.
