So, I got a job.
I don't NEED to have a job. I could economize a little more. Trim a couple more expenses. But then a position came up at a local history attraction. A big-time famous historical attraction. Like Disneyworld, but with fewer rides. And more history. Still, a big tourist deal.
The place has four areas of operation. A village, a museum, a research library, and a factory. I will be working primarily in the village, but this post is supposed to be about the interview.
I never participated in a group interview before. It was a little like an audition for a reality show. There were seven of us, all female. There was one other woman who might have been in her thirties, but the rest were certainly in their early twenties or younger.
I came from the perspective of someone who doesn't NEED the job. I just wanted it. There was more than one occasion when I thought, "I shouldn't be here. These women might have children to feed."
After awhile, I told myself, "Self, if they need a job that bad, they should be trying harder." Honestly, three of the women barely spoke. When asked to pick a toy from the basket to "sell" to the interviewers, one of them said about the toy they picked, "Well...it's kind of pretty."
That was her whole spiel. Sad.
Maybe because I had other people to compare myself to, maybe because the pressure was off because I didn't NEED the job? But, I rocked that interview.
Really, I wanted to start coaching the other girls on what to say. Smile! Sit up and look interested when others are speaking! Take off your coat, especially when the interviewers invite you to "take off your coats and be comfortable!"
The only problem I ran into was in the second part, the individual part. One of the meds I take daily makes my mouth kind of dry. So does being anxious. It's why you rarely see me without a bottle of water. Basically, my lips began to stick to my gums. Every time the interviewer looked away from me, I looked like a chimp, trying to get some moisture to the inside of my lips. Very classy, that's how I roll.
Anyway, at the end of the individual interview with the manager of the store, I was tentatively offered a job. Now all I have to do, is await the outcome of the pee-in-a-cup test and the background check. Hell, I used to be a teacher. I have been background checked and fingerprinted from here to mainland China. Never had to pass a drug test before, though.
Maybe they think teachers need the drugs to survive the job. They would be right.
