No, literally. I'm working tomorrow and Sunday, and probably Monday too, though I don't have my trainee schedule for next week yet.
On Tuesday, I went in for an interview at my dad's company, for an entry-level position on a tech writer team. I don't know why I keep going to these interviews knowing I don't really want to get the job, but it makes my dad and Lui feel so much better to think I'm not just settling for a career in grocery. Plus, my dad had called in a favor to his friend in the staffing department, and this was the best she could find for me.
I went to the interview, employing my new job search strategy: to go as myself, answer as myself, and know that when the right position comes along, the honest answers will be the right answers, and I will be the one who gets hired, not some watered-down, nicey-nicey version of me. (It has already been brought to my attention that this is strikingly similar to C-List's dating policy.) And with that philosophy in mind, I wore low heels, city shorts, and a long black t-shirt - a nice one, but still totally classable as a tee - and I went in there and answered all their questions honestly: and the honest answer to most of their questions was no, I don't know what that particular technology term means. Actually, it was kind of humiliating.
So I felt pretty good about starting work at Trader Joe's the next day. And to extend that comparison between job-hunting and dating, isn't it unfair how you have to commit to your job after like two dates? Or just one, if there's only one interview. And you never really find out what the sex is like until after you've committed, because really those preliminary dates are only conversation - they never let you take the job for a test drive. So by the time you actually get to experience the physical side to your new relationship, it's too late. I mean, not too late, but you know, there are W-2s involved...
Fortunately, I think it's gonna work out between me and Joe. Ada, the girl that's been training me loves me, and spent most of today introducing me to people by saying, "Have you met my rookie? It's only her second day and she can already run her own register." And the First Mate (assistant manager - Joe is so dorky) came into the break room while I was eating lunch to tell me that Ada had been raving about me. As though I hadn't heard it firsthand. Quarterly raise, here I come!
I came home feeling pretty hot, only to find I'd gotten the following email from my dad's staffing friend:
"Hi Elle: Actually, the feedback i received was that it was a good interview. Am i interpreting this right, that after your discussion/interview, you are not interested in the position in that it quite isn't what you are seeking? Thanks, Phyllis"
Now, aside from an adult professional not capitalizing her "I"s, what am I supposed to make of that?
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Good philosophy.
Like, the job you're meant for won't judge you for... sleeping with it on the first date? Cause it LIKES you...
Hm.
As for Phyllis, that's a passive-aggressive e-mail if ever I saw one. She could be fishing to see if you're still interested, though.
Hm... I never slept with a job on the first date. With jobs, the first date is always so formal and awkward. But usually by the second or third date, they want you to strip down and jump right in, with little regard for your preferences or taboos.
I think that's what she was doing, but I don't know how to answer it. I'm not interested, but am I stupid to admit that and pass up what could be a lot, a lot, of money? Which, of course, would make me a whore...
I say that if you have any (even slight) desire to take the job, answer that you are still very interested. If not, tell her the true and move on.
Can you hook me up with a job at Trader Joes in Northern Virginia (Wed-Fri)? Thanks.
Virginia, when you read it quickly, just looks so much like Vagina.
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