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thejunipertreeJob interview today at Samaritan Hospice.
It went rather well, I believe. I was my ever-charming self and didn't come off like a complete babbling moron during conversation. It's not very clear whether or not my chances are good for landing this position, however. The interviewer told me that they had a couple of candidates in mind, but that I looked so good on paper, he had to call me in for an interview (hee! my ego, it burns!). I know I definitely impressed them during the interview, which was a shocker for me, but if they've already got candidates in mind, they're probably people with a fucktonne more experience than I possess.
At any rate, it still was good. Angel graciously loaned me her car to drive to it, since the Black Beast of Calcutta (tm) does not currently possess working air conditioning and it was NARSTY-FUCKING HOT today. I didn't wish to show up for my appointment looking like a rather bedraggled, sweaty street urchin, complete with jacked up hair.
The downside to getting this job would be the dress code, which is strictly business casual. Now, my current place of employment also has a business casual rule, but we're a little lax about it. I can wear my piercings and show my tattoos and no one cares. People frequently wear jeans. But, if I started working for Samaritan, I would have to give my wardrobe a serious overhaul.
The other downside would be that I no longer would have my own office, which, if I may say, is pretty fucking awesome and one of the reasons why I like my job so much. Again, yet another reason to wish doom and destruction on Doctor Bad Touch. If it weren't for his insanity, it would be the perfect place to work. grr.
My entire drive to the interview was spent thinking about if I ever saw Beau Sia perform live, I would throw my panties at the stage in physical demonstration of how much I think he rules. In a burst of sheer cosmic alignment, later on this evening, he was featured on Def Poetry Jam.
I did not throw my panties at the television, but I did seriously contemplate it.
It went rather well, I believe. I was my ever-charming self and didn't come off like a complete babbling moron during conversation. It's not very clear whether or not my chances are good for landing this position, however. The interviewer told me that they had a couple of candidates in mind, but that I looked so good on paper, he had to call me in for an interview (hee! my ego, it burns!). I know I definitely impressed them during the interview, which was a shocker for me, but if they've already got candidates in mind, they're probably people with a fucktonne more experience than I possess.
At any rate, it still was good. Angel graciously loaned me her car to drive to it, since the Black Beast of Calcutta (tm) does not currently possess working air conditioning and it was NARSTY-FUCKING HOT today. I didn't wish to show up for my appointment looking like a rather bedraggled, sweaty street urchin, complete with jacked up hair.
The downside to getting this job would be the dress code, which is strictly business casual. Now, my current place of employment also has a business casual rule, but we're a little lax about it. I can wear my piercings and show my tattoos and no one cares. People frequently wear jeans. But, if I started working for Samaritan, I would have to give my wardrobe a serious overhaul.
The other downside would be that I no longer would have my own office, which, if I may say, is pretty fucking awesome and one of the reasons why I like my job so much. Again, yet another reason to wish doom and destruction on Doctor Bad Touch. If it weren't for his insanity, it would be the perfect place to work. grr.
My entire drive to the interview was spent thinking about if I ever saw Beau Sia perform live, I would throw my panties at the stage in physical demonstration of how much I think he rules. In a burst of sheer cosmic alignment, later on this evening, he was featured on Def Poetry Jam.
I did not throw my panties at the television, but I did seriously contemplate it.
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BOOOOOO!
Date: 2005-07-28 07:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-28 07:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-01 03:58 pm (UTC)I *heart* Beau Sia!
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Date: 2005-08-02 04:26 am (UTC)Yes!
I got a signed book and he called me a southern belle.
I love him like a loving thing loves things.