And drank on the job.
And can relate to people who go on shooting sprees at work.
I’ve even taken supplies from work.
There. I’ve said it. Now I will never be hired by anyone again. Oh wait–no one will hire me anyway. Except for DeAnn at the Great Outdoor Store (where incidentally I have done all of the above except for taken supplies, unless you count the rubber bands that hold the Patagonia Capilene into the sushi rolls. I’ve walked out the door with one in my hair on many occasions). After taking a battery of tests, including one on reading a ruler, I have been called to interview for exactly one temporary job of which I have just come from the group interview. I got called about the interview yesterday and was told to report to a conference room at 10 am today. The job would involve making calls to recruit volunteers for a fund raising campaign. I didn’t think it would be too bad, the hours were OK and it pays a whopping $10 per hour. I arrived at the place and start sizing up my competition– which turns out to be some really nice ladies (all 9 of them were women) who are looking for steady work. They NEED this job. To pay the bills, to feed the kids, to make ends meet.
I NEED an autopilot. Even before the person conducting the interview came into the room I wanted to leave. I felt guilty because I might take a job away from someone who truly needs it. I didn’t because I thought the lady at the temp agency would get mad at me, so I stayed and tried to lay low. We had to write a script of what we would say to potential volunteers. I quickly scribbled a few lines which turned out to be almost identical to what the actual script was. Crap!
The interview was over. We were kindly dismissed and told that if we were selected we would be receiving a call to come back at 1:00. It’s 12:15 now and no call. Most of me is relieved, but there is that other part of me that is wondering why I didn’t get picked. It might be that I confessed to living on a sailboat for part of the year. Yes. I’m guessing that was it.
Nanc
-Nancy






Nanc, we’re looking for a temporary assistant if you guys are willing to move to Alabama. Can you transport Oblivion to the oily gulf? It’s only a 4.5 hour drive to Mobile Bay. I also, as a side note, know a WHOLE group of runners who would love to have you join them.
Just sayin’
Kelly A. commented on July 27th, 2010 at 2:50 pm