Turns out job interviews aren’t nearly as intimidating as I thought they were. I hadn’t been to one this decade so I was afraid I would be rusty, unable to answer their questions without hemming and hawing.
To my surprise and relief, their questions were mostly of the So, you wrote this on your application? variety.
Still no job as yet. But I’m one step closer. The interviewer (I forgot his name before it was even over) said that I may get a call before the first of the year but that, more likely, it would be January before I hear anything. I told him I expected as much.
I feel like my odds are pretty good. Mr. Interviewer seemed to like me and was impressed with the stability in my employment record. Plus, there were only two other people who came in while I was waiting. One was a kid who I guess didn’t have internet access at his house. He had to be there early to finish some paperwork you need to fill out online before you’re screened.
The other guy was some weirdo who probably looked older than he actually was. He had greasy, dark hair and a mustache and was wearing a dusty duster. He asked if he could use the bathroom. The receptionist asked if he had an appointment.
“No, I just need to use the bathroom.”
“I’m sorry but our bathrooms are for employees only,” she said.
“Do you care if I go on the tree out here? I really have to go to the bathroom.”
The receptionist took a moment then said, “No, you can’t. I’m sorry. Maybe you can try at one of the other businesses around here.”
Dusty Duster said, “Oh, OK,” then walked back out the door and down the sidewalk. I didn’t have much of a viewing angle. I couldn’t tell whether or not he made a beeline for the copse.
At least he asked first.
