I had a job interview today. My first job interview since I graduated University almost 20 (ahem) years ago. I can't believe it. Teaching and the cake business long forgotten, the Lord has brought me to a different place, a world of reaching women in crisis, and giving them my ears instead of my baking.
I spent the weekend getting ready for this important meeting: shopping for an outfit, borrowing a friend's shoes, getting a pedicure and manicure, and trying to forget I had a job interview while remembering I did, in fact, have an interview.
About two hours before the meeting time, I discovered my new shirt was see-through, my new dress pants too long, and I couldn't find the shoes I'd borrowed. After rummaging around for a camisole and a pair of shoes my nails were chipped and I was sweating terribly. With just enough time to get to the interview I threw my makeup in my purse, printed out my references, and jumped into the jeep.
While pulling out of the driveway, suddenly the gas light came on. Aargh! I had no time to stop at the station; I would be travelling on fumes. Jesus take the wheel, I prayed.
There are certain questions that come to mind when one is in this position. Do you waste more gas by driving faster or driving slower for a longer time? What does it feel like when you run out of gas? Will I be able to pull over? How far could I get, and could I walk the rest of the way? But then I'd get all sweaty again. Oh, how I wish I'd printed out the CAA phone number and info I just purchased last week. Perhaps I could call the interviewers and they could come and pick me up? Oh, good grief. What am I thinking?
Thankfully, I safely got to the interview. I quickly put on my makeup, smoothed out my awkward clothes, and walked to the door.
The interview went well, I think, except for a few minor moments. Perhaps it was my nerves or my frazzled morning, but I may have put my foot in my mouth.
"What is your best quality?" she asked.
"I'm hilarious." Er...thoughtful...caring...good grief...
"What do you friends think of you applying for this position?"
"They say if you knew anything you'd hire me." What??? Filter...where is your filter?
I am shaking my head even as I write this. I really am a nutter. We did laugh a lot, and they scribbled my garbled answers on their papers... I was charming, had the experience, and despite my see-through shirt, looked the part.
Of course, after I shook hands and went out to the driveway, I hit the wrong button on the remote and set off the alarm on my jeep and couldn't shut it off. Good grief.
I'm home now, hiding under the covers, my see-through shirt all wrinkled. I will get back on the carousel another day.
Instead, let's go watch a Grey's Anatomy rerun and eat cereal.
