Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Take 2, Completion of the Legionnaire's Tale......

A Harrah's Gladiators Story - By E.J. Hoeffken - R&S Paris
This interview process is new to me..... its not the typical go in, interview with the manager, get hired, shake hands and make your way into a job that you hopefully find rewarding and enjoy.... Harrah's has developed a more competitive system.... which is interesting and semi-nerve shattering......... While again I understand why they have chosen this system, none the less it is at best, an interesting ride to glory :)

So here is my tale of being a Harrah's Gladiator....... told in story form.... hopefully some of you are amused.... and the others of you that are not...... We really need to get you into a doctor and have that funny bone checked - because this is funny :).....


I awoke in a room of chairs....... small, cramped, and uncomfortable for a man of my size....... As I looked around there was empty seats, people making their way around the room, others at little stalls making their peace before the time of competition began. There was lots of empty seats in the room, like many before you have tried and failed or have succeeded and been moved into different quarters.... I noticed that no one in this room is at ease, leading me to believe that the combat I was preparing myself to face wasn't going to be as easy as I hoped...... Propaganda of the empire was proudly displayed on all the walls, showing the places that you would go if you fought bravely in the arena and were selected to serve in the legion helping the empire to become even stronger than it currently is. Images flashed across the screen of people dancing, drinking, celebrating.... and it flashed through my mind at 9:45a.m., man a drink sounds really good right now.... calm the nerves, steady the feet, bring out my sense of humor more so to prepare myself for whatever lay ahead of me... Slowly, more people started to show up in the room, people in all kinds of dress, some clutching papers as their life depended on it, others with this air of confidence and ease that made me even more nervous... Everyone sat knowing soon enough, they would be called to duty..... One after another the people that sat around me were called into action in the arena..... As I sat and waited my turn I could feel my mouth dying out in nervous anticipation, I knew that I was as good if not better than anyone in this room..... but its the mental mind game of sizing up your competition..... knowing what move you were going to use here to counter their incoming attack...... and where you knew you you could benefit from your foes over confidence and land that shot that would allow you to fight another day.....

Finally my name was called, I steadied myself and walked toward the light at the end of the tunnel..... I got to the doorway and stepped through.... The light of the sun was bright, I could hear the chants of the crowd, or maybe it was all in my head.... I entered the arena realizing I was only facing one foe..... She wished me luck and combat started...... She fired barrages of attacks both big and small, feeling me out and looking for my responses..... I answered every barrage with counters and let loose a few salvos of my own... This went on for 20 minutes..... back and forth, neither of us gaining a solid footing and the shields clashing was all for naught.... at the end of the time, we were both still standing..... And she smiled at me and said "Well Done, you will fight another day, and if you fight well - a spot in the legion will be yours. I was led back to the ready room and was told to be at the ready, cause my next contest was coming soon enough...... So I nursed my wounds, cursed my tongue, and tried to patch the few dents in my pride and continued to train to be ready for the next encounter..... The hours turned to days, but my resolve was not shaken... and with each passing day I got more and more focused on what needed to be done..... Keep winning fights and soon I would be set free, given a job in the empires legions, and the glory that comes with it.

Finally the day came for my second contest...... Many names were called this time.... 14 to be exact..... and we were led into a different arena than the first... I remember this being unsettling, so many people, were they all here to try to take my position in the legion, or were they here looking for a different commission within the ranks, but in the end you stood there not knowing which of these people was your foe, so my eyes danced across the group looking for threats to me, and which people would be more easily pushed aside if need be.... At the word of the Herald, combat commenced..... Some people lunged to battle, others laid back to see what the competition was capable of..... I lunged forward, stopping a few of the lesser gladiators in short order showing my strength and willingness to take the first steps if I was called upon to do so..... but as fighting continued..... The herald kept changing the rules of combat, 1 on 1, 2 on 2, group vs. incoming hordes, Finally after nearly 75 minutes of fighting off every incoming attack..... only half of us were left standing..... congratulated by the herald for surviving this round of competition..... being led back into the tunnel we were greeted by the people who were waiting for their turn in the arena.... I walked back to the corner and sat down steadying myself for my last fight.... One More fight and I can freely walk in the sun..... donned in the armor of the empire, ready to fight any and all comers....
As I awoke on the day of my final contest, I was strangely calm... I wasn't sure if I had suddenly become far braver than I was the day before, or if I was fool hardy enough to think so.... I sat quietly lacing my boots, making sure I had even thing I needed to make this day what it needed to be, to go out a champion or to die a glorious death in the arena.... either way I was prepared to do what was necessary of my to make this experience the best possible..... As I walked through the tunnels into the arena I could feel my body tensing ready for this, like I had been training for this day my whole life.... I arrived in the ready room, records of past champions, photos of the few that stood aloft in the arena and were hoisted up into the ranks of the legion.... I was greeted by the herald, and she led me toward the arena where I would face my last contest..... I entered the room and was greeted by a man at a desk..... what kind of combat is this I thought.... I was asked many questions about where I was from, what kind of training I had, and what I would do if selected to do the legion proud...... I was put off balance, I walked into this room ready to fight for my life, and now I am being asked questions and being invited to join in pleasant conversation..... what an odd empire this is I thought, as I continued to answer all of their questions as they were coming at me from all sides..... and then I was asked to step outside..... Maybe this was it, a sneak attack, or maybe they were trying to find proper competition for me....... So I sat back down at the ready, going back over the answers I had given in my mind, mentally congratulating my self on the good answers, and kicking myself for the bad ones.... Minutes passed, I sat awaiting my fate, the herald came back out and greeted me and invited me back into the room I was just in, and as I sat down I was welcomed into the legion, they all began talking quickly letting me know that I was needed and what I had to do next..... I needed to go back and speak with the first person I had sparred with.... and she would help me with what I needed to have done before I could walk freely in the sun, knowing that I had a place to put my skills to use earning both myself and my superiors honor glory and honor.
I walked back into that first room relieved that I had survived and I was almost to my goal.... She greeted me kindly, but a different kind of greeting this time, more as a co-legionnaire instead of a grunt off the street..... She had me sign my name of so many pieces of paper.... Taxes, Tips, Uniforms, I think I even signed on about not coming to battle wearing pink..... and when all of the forms stopped she handed me one last form, a free hair cut to make myself presentable. As I walked out of the ready room, I had a new air of confidence, swagger, knowing that I had a place and a force to do battle with and for, to entertain the masses and to take care of anything that needs to be taken care of........
For I am now a Harrah's legionnaire.... and I welcome any and all challenges that are laid in front of me.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

My experience as a Harrah's Gladiator......

This interview process is new to me..... its not the typical go in, interview with the manager, get hired, shake hands and make your way into a job that you hopefully find rewarding and enjoy.... Harrah's has developed a more competitive system.... which is interesting and semi-nerve shattering.........

So here is my tale of being a Harrah's Gladiator....... told in story form.... hopefully some of you are amused.... and the others of you that are not...... LAUGH ALREADY GOD DAMN IT!.....


I awoke in a room of chairs....... small, cramped, and uncomfortable for a man of my size....... There was lots of empty seats.... I noticed what an uncomfortable room this is...... with propaganda being shown for your future masters trying to encourage and motivate you to fight bravely and entertain the crowds, everyone with a look of an uncomfortable ease on their face..... trying to look happy to be there.... but knowing that they would be called to duty fast enough..... one after another the people that sat around me were called into action in the arena..... As I sat and waited my turn I could feel my mouth dying out in nervous anticipation, I knew that I was as good if not better than anyone in this room..... but its the mental mind game of sizing up your competition..... knowing what move you were going to use here to counter their incoming attack...... and where you knew you you could benefit from your foes over confidence and land that shot that would allow you to fight another day.....

Finally my name was called, I steadied myself and walked tword the light at the end of the tunnel..... I got to the doorway and stepped through.... The light of the sun was bright.... I entered the arena realizing I was only facing one foe..... She wished me luck and combat started...... She fired barrages of attacks both big and small, feeling me out and looking for my responses..... I answered every barrage with counters and let loose a few salvos of my own... This went on for 20 mins..... back and forth, neither of us gaining a solid footing and the shields clashing was all for naught.... at the end of the time, we were both still standing..... And she smiled at me and said "Well Done, you will live to fight again and serve the empire again"...... I was led back to the holding room and was told to be ready to fight again soon...... So I nursed my wounds and continued to train to be ready for the next encounter..... The hours turned to days, but my resolve was not shaken... and with each passing day I got more and more focused on what needed to be done..... Keep winning fights and soon I would be set free, given a job in the empires legions.......

Finally the day came for my second fight...... Many names were called this time.... 14 to be exact..... and we were led into yet another uncomfortable room not knowing which of these people was your foe, so my eyes danced across the group looking for threats to me, and which people would be more easily pushed aside.... At the word of the Herald, combat commenced..... Some people lunged to battle, others laid back to see what the competition was capable of..... I lunged forward, stopping a few of the lesser gladiators in short order..... but as fighting continued..... The herald kept changing the rules of combat, 1 on 1, 2 on 2, group vs. incoming hordes, Finally after nearly 75 minutes of fighting off every incoming attack..... only half of us were left standing..... congratulated by the herald for surviving this round of combat..... being led back into the tunnel we were greeted by the people who were waiting for their turn in the arena.... I walked back to the corner and sat down steadying myself for my last fight.... 1 more fight and I can freely walk in the sun..... donned in the armor of the empire, ready to fight any and all comers....

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Interview 2: Mission Complete - Move on to Level 3

After a nerve wracking hour and fifteen minutes - I found out I survived the group interview - leaving me with 1 wall left to jump - the hiring manager of the book at Paris......

Waiting for the phone call the get the interview time set......


/exhales and gets ready for round 3.....

Tuesday.......

Well today comes with mixed feelings..... I secured the condo over the weekend.... after 2 days of thinking about it - they decided to work with me on the security deposit and my room mate and i move in over this coming weekend - so it will be pretty cool - i will figure out how to post some photos of the joint after I move in and get settled so you can see the new pimp pad :D

Today is also the day of my interview...... I have been prepping for it - trying to get thoughts in order, but it never fails I get in front of a interviewer and freeze up..... So everyone say a little prayer, sacrifice a virgin, arrange an offering to the gods - what ever it is you choose to do..... any and all help will be appreciated.

I will post something after the interview..... WEEEEE!~

Friday, May 7, 2010

Down to the Wire.....

Not exactly sure who I pissed off in the karma food chain..... but I seriously shit in someones Cheerios at some point and don't remember it..... cause when things seem to be rolling my way.... the room shifts and I end up running for my life...... and my feet are starting to hurt....

I feel like I have been drunk for days and the only thing I pray for is someone to stop the world from spinning...... cause I want to get off....

The condo was too good to be true..... its a nice place but they want a security deposit yesterday, and I won't have the cash to get it done till next Friday.... so basically I am in a lay and pray mode.... If someone takes comes up with the deposit first - I lose out.... is it the end of the world? No it isn't..... but its a sharp little pad.... hard wood floors, quiet community, stainless steel appliances - just a sharp little pad for my friend and I - we could turn it into a hell of a bachelor pad...... small, clean, and affordable.......

I need to land this job on Tuesday, its the no choice plan... I have to go in there and be confident and charming - while at the same time shaking like a leaf on the inside cause I know how much is riding on the job..... hell, my life is basically standing on it..... cause if I fail.... my life could change drastically.... change of house, possibly city if I fail.....

So lets hope that I can keep the ship together with spit and duct tape for a few more days..... Lets hope that this interview just is a slam dunk and they say they want me to start asap.....

Lots of hopes there.....

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

When good luck comes, it comes in waves......

This week has included alot of things.....

Taking a stand against my apartment complex - after 4 years and 2 ex-roommates they have started to jerk me around on my rent - promising a renegotiation of my lease due to me paying WAY too fucking much for the current state of the market in Vegas..... 3 weeks have passed and they still have yet to sit a number in front of me of what i can be looking to when my current lease expires.... But I am saying to hell with it, going rogue and going apartment hunting..... Found a nice little spot in SW Vegas still for 250 less a month than I am currently paying.... and if i sign a 1 year lease he will drop it another 25 a month..... so for moving less than 2.5 miles I say 275 a month...... that makes sense......

I had a job interview this week..... A REAL JOB is on the horizon...... I have a second audition next Tuesday for a race and sports writer position at Paris...... Ya, Paris isn't a crown jewel of the strip - but its a solid property and Harrah's likes to promote from within, so BONUS...... Hopefully will be able to work myself up to vault drawer in a few months.... it wont be amazing money.... but it will pay the bills, and allow me to buy myself a beer or 12 over the month.....

I have also found a cat that I am not ninja allergic too.... I still have issues with my nose and eyes.... but it will hopefully work itself out with prolonged exposure...... and its nice to have someone who will come and love on me at random.....

But anyway that's the current state of the union in my head....

Hope everyone else is having a good week :)

Saturday, May 1, 2010

I am confused.... yet amazed.....

My soon to be ex-room mate - she is moving the last of her stuff today is cleaning up..... vaccuming and cleaning her bathroom....... now.... this to the normal person might not be all that amazing....... but I have lived with this girl for almost a year and a half..... getting her to do a dish damn near took an act of congress..... getting her to put dishes away..... an act of god......

I am blinking my eyes in disbelief at the moment..... she is actually cleaning.... I am actually seeing her clean..... shes scrubbing the tub and everything......

/cluthes his chest red foxx style......

i am gonna have a fucking stroke.....