Getting started
First I answered an ad in local Sunday paper that said "Golfers wanted." A little misleading, no? Sort of like an ad in a San Fernando Valley paper looking for "models."
Next came a phone interview that consisted of some general questions about golf... nothing too strenuous. Followed that with a 66-question internet survey that essentially asked 3 questions 22 different ways. The questions covered the gamut from one's willingness to engage in the following three pasttimes: fist fighting, petty theft and PCP use. I guess I did OK because the next thing I knew, I was invited to a group interview at the country club.
You would think in golf mad South Florida that an ad seeking golfers would yield 20-30 sun-bleached candidates, eager to seek their fortunes on the links. You would be wrong. Six of us made the cut, as it were, to be regaled by the caddy master with all the horror stories of things that can go wrong as a caddy. The focus on potential for personal injury I found discomfiting. I mean, I have played a lot of golf. I have even played on courses that wound their way through less than upscale neighborhoods. But I can never recall seeing a club being brandished as a weapon by a coked up felon. I was beginning to wonder what kind of club this was exactly.
Not to worry. As I looked around at the other 5 potential loopers, I had to resist the human urge to speculate on everyone else's circumstances. It is not unlike the game you play in the doctor's waiting room as you survey the other patients thinking, "I wonder what he's got. Whatever it is, I 'm sure glad I don't have it. I'm fine- I shouldn't even be here." The quick first impression produced the following assessment: ex-con, English pub brawler, speed freak 23-year old, lifelong caddy who seemed particularly reticent about his own personal safety and a former line cook who seemed uniquely out of place.
And me.
More phone interviews followed. I have never seen such a rigorous screening process for what is the embodiment of unskilled labor. I am not sure if this makes me feel more comfortable or less so. I do know that the weather is beginning to get warmer and the next phase of the training consists of walking 6-7 miles in the sun carrying two 30-pound golf bags.
Will this be like "Survivor" with some not able to meet the challenge? Will tempers flare and alliances be forged? Or will the drugs and alcohol that we have all sworn we don't ingest get the better of us?
Next came a phone interview that consisted of some general questions about golf... nothing too strenuous. Followed that with a 66-question internet survey that essentially asked 3 questions 22 different ways. The questions covered the gamut from one's willingness to engage in the following three pasttimes: fist fighting, petty theft and PCP use. I guess I did OK because the next thing I knew, I was invited to a group interview at the country club.
You would think in golf mad South Florida that an ad seeking golfers would yield 20-30 sun-bleached candidates, eager to seek their fortunes on the links. You would be wrong. Six of us made the cut, as it were, to be regaled by the caddy master with all the horror stories of things that can go wrong as a caddy. The focus on potential for personal injury I found discomfiting. I mean, I have played a lot of golf. I have even played on courses that wound their way through less than upscale neighborhoods. But I can never recall seeing a club being brandished as a weapon by a coked up felon. I was beginning to wonder what kind of club this was exactly.
Not to worry. As I looked around at the other 5 potential loopers, I had to resist the human urge to speculate on everyone else's circumstances. It is not unlike the game you play in the doctor's waiting room as you survey the other patients thinking, "I wonder what he's got. Whatever it is, I 'm sure glad I don't have it. I'm fine- I shouldn't even be here." The quick first impression produced the following assessment: ex-con, English pub brawler, speed freak 23-year old, lifelong caddy who seemed particularly reticent about his own personal safety and a former line cook who seemed uniquely out of place.
And me.
More phone interviews followed. I have never seen such a rigorous screening process for what is the embodiment of unskilled labor. I am not sure if this makes me feel more comfortable or less so. I do know that the weather is beginning to get warmer and the next phase of the training consists of walking 6-7 miles in the sun carrying two 30-pound golf bags.
Will this be like "Survivor" with some not able to meet the challenge? Will tempers flare and alliances be forged? Or will the drugs and alcohol that we have all sworn we don't ingest get the better of us?
posted by yakker at 10:00 AM
1 Comments:
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