Another detail: I came early before my "interview" and sat down for about a half-hour, lounging. As I watched the little kids climb a slide, a group of black guys walked over, and one guy in particular looked over at me amd walked closer. At first I'm thinking, 'Aw man, I hope he ain't tryna holla...,' I decided to start writing the questions I would ask for my interview, so that the guy would get the point that I didn't want to be bothered. He didn't. Instead, he sat a table away from me. I could feel the guy still looking at me, but I grabbed my cell and started talking to someone else, hoping maybe he'd get the hint that time. He didn't. After I was done talking, the guy got up and sat by me and started a conversation, which was ok in itself; I just didn't want him to ask for my number or anything personal. I didn't like him. And could tell, from body language that he probably liked me.
Fortunately, I remembered an important tip from my mom: When you don't wanna talk about yourself, let the other person talk about HIMSELF, since people like to talk about the person they know best: them. That's what I did. After a half-hour of conversation: he told me his name, age, job, how long he worked there, the other jobs he had, what they were like, how long he worked at those jobs, where he was staying, where he was from, what his coworkers were like, and the bad habits he had, all from allowing him to talk about himself
An interesting day, it has been.
Fortunately, I remembered an important tip from my mom: When you don't wanna talk about yourself, let the other person talk about HIMSELF, since people like to talk about the person they know best: them. That's what I did. After a half-hour of conversation: he told me his name, age, job, how long he worked there, the other jobs he had, what they were like, how long he worked at those jobs, where he was staying, where he was from, what his coworkers were like, and the bad habits he had, all from allowing him to talk about himself
An interesting day, it has been.