last year me and one of my best friends tried out for jobs as ski instructors at this hill (literally, hill) near where we go to college.
the tryouts lasted 2 days, 8 hours each day of learning about teaching and doing some intense clinics to improve advanced aspects of skiing.
we got split into groups and, just my luck. 2 people in my group were guaranteed to make the cut. brother and sister racers who had been on the resort team their whole fuckin lives. oh, and a hot 20-something who was nice and outgoing. that left me, and this socially retarded girl.
things went pretty decently, i thought. I was the best skier in the group, besides maybe the girl racer. it was incredibly strenuous working on perfect carves all day, but i started to enjoy it cause my form has never been all that great. we had to make a speech at the end, mine was completely impromptu on global warming and kicked ass, it was way better than anyone else's.
so 2 days of this and I am exhausted. at the end they post who made it and the people that do stay for an extra hour of instruction. my buddy informs me that, as I knew would happen, he made it and I didn't. I departed to the parking lot, where I chain-smoked joints and glared at anyone who passed.
so why didnt I make it? probably 2 main reasons were my fuckin boots and pants. my lange frs are great boots but hurt like holy hell when you just stand there for 20 minutes out of your skis. so I kept having to sit down, which i knew made me look bad, but my feet were gonna die. also I changed out of my liners in my pants because IT WAS 70 DEGREES THE WHOLE TIME. I thought it was winter, wtf. but i guess they didnt like me changing behind a shed on the slopes.
just to paint a picture of my frustration, 25 people applied, 23 were hired. i was 24 on the ranking, I presume right above socially retarded girl. my friend was 23. he told me my professionalism score was ultra low.
but the real reason? twin tips. all the guys there are old-school skiers and I'm pretty sure they dislike twin tips. they are all a little weird.
so the moral of the story is, if in the same situation, bust out some carving skis if you have em, or better yet, try out to be a snowboard instructor. thats the better bet, because you actually would get better at snowboarding if you completely suck like me just by teaching lessons, and all the snowboard instructors seemed way cooler.
just writing about this still makes me pissed I wasted 16 hours of my life doing that shit.
on a side note, my friend said the job kinda sucked. so whatever.