Every since I returned from the WSOP I have been conducting interviews for a account manager at my brokerage firm. Basically a real estate agent that would handle all of my REO's from a certain lending institution, or two. I'm convinced the 20 something potential workforce are some of the oddest, most socially awkward, dumb species on this planet. I have interviewed 30+ potential employees in the last 30-45 days. Yesterday took the cake though.
White kid, 27 years old shows up in a Chevy cavalier with a "racing" wing, exhaust, hood scoop etc... Kid parks directly in front of my office. This is a no parking zone, clearly overly marked. Sagging Dickie pants, a plaid Rocawear button up hanging out. And DC tennis shoes. The kid introduces himself as "Kenny, you can call me big K, thats what ny boys call me." Mind you, "Big K" is 100 lbs soaking wet. This kid proceeds to tell me he is just looking for a "gig" until his album "hits the streets." He then asks "what chall be payin round here." I was convinced this was a joke, until he called today "I'm just followin up on that gig"
Ill post some others soon. I'm officially scared for the states!
White kid, 27 years old shows up in a Chevy cavalier with a "racing" wing, exhaust, hood scoop etc... Kid parks directly in front of my office. This is a no parking zone, clearly overly marked. Sagging Dickie pants, a plaid Rocawear button up hanging out. And DC tennis shoes. The kid introduces himself as "Kenny, you can call me big K, thats what ny boys call me." Mind you, "Big K" is 100 lbs soaking wet. This kid proceeds to tell me he is just looking for a "gig" until his album "hits the streets." He then asks "what chall be payin round here." I was convinced this was a joke, until he called today "I'm just followin up on that gig"
Ill post some others soon. I'm officially scared for the states!