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Yesterday's job interview was a bust. It was a two-tiered interview, the first half with the young woman who screened applicants and the second half with the fellow who actually wants/needs the admin assistant. I'm pretty sure I didn't meet his expectations, as I am not a twentysomething blonde girl with big boobs and a short skirt. But that's okay, because there was another applicant there who met those qualifications exactly.
My suspiciouns were pretty much confirmed when I got stuck in the elevator for 45 minutes with another applicant and a young lady who actually works in that office. She confided that the gentleman in question was pretty much looking for desk candy.
After we got out of the elevator, myself and the other applicant, a fiftysomething year old lady named Agnes, went down the street to a bar and commiserated over beers. She told me I would probably have better luck at interviews because I was younger and a man. Yes, because I've got interviews lined up around the bloody block. Heh.
Agnes used to work for a major corporation in Spartenburg before she got downsized. Eventually, she sold her house and moved in with her daughter in Columbia. It was funny. We were kind of mirror images of one another.
After the interview farce, I wandered over to the movies and saw "The Help." It was the next thing playing and I was surprised that it was actually pretty good.
Been job searching all morning. Only one thing caught my eye, but I'm debating whether or not to apply for it. It's with the Forestry Service, a six-month temp position providing office support.
Eh.
What the hell? What have I got to lose? Right?
More later. - MEL
My suspiciouns were pretty much confirmed when I got stuck in the elevator for 45 minutes with another applicant and a young lady who actually works in that office. She confided that the gentleman in question was pretty much looking for desk candy.
After we got out of the elevator, myself and the other applicant, a fiftysomething year old lady named Agnes, went down the street to a bar and commiserated over beers. She told me I would probably have better luck at interviews because I was younger and a man. Yes, because I've got interviews lined up around the bloody block. Heh.
Agnes used to work for a major corporation in Spartenburg before she got downsized. Eventually, she sold her house and moved in with her daughter in Columbia. It was funny. We were kind of mirror images of one another.
After the interview farce, I wandered over to the movies and saw "The Help." It was the next thing playing and I was surprised that it was actually pretty good.
Been job searching all morning. Only one thing caught my eye, but I'm debating whether or not to apply for it. It's with the Forestry Service, a six-month temp position providing office support.
Eh.
What the hell? What have I got to lose? Right?
More later. - MEL
