The Second Interview

I don't know why I bother getting excited about job interviews.

Yesterday, I got up with the alarm, took a long shower, styled my hair twice, and put on a nice casual/formal outfit. I drove all the way into Kokomo (mind you I live over twenty minutes outside of Kokomo) and practiced how I would answer the most difficult questions (i.e. tell me about yourself) just to have the store manager look over the comments that the last store manager wrote down about me during the first interview. (remember, this is the second interview) Then she told me she didn't have any other questions for me. So I made sure to ask a few questions and talk to her some just so she could get an idea of who I am.

By Friday I will know if I got the position or not. I hope I did. Despite the lack of organization at Soupley's I still want to work there.

Will Work for Play Money

In reality, the job search has not been going well, so for shits and giggles I started playing Restaurant City on Facebook last night. Wow, it is addicting! I started my business, hired my friends, and made a little me to boss everyone around. Bitchen! And the best part is, I just sit back and watch the little computer people make money so I can finish my virtual floors. I tell you, the next best thing to a real job, is a virtual job.

Back to reality; this morning, I got a call from Soupley's. I have another interview at 2 p.m. tomorrow at the nicest location. There are probably ten locations in Kokomo alone so I knew that applying there would be efficient, if not tactful.

Well, I've got to go plan my answer if they ask me the most difficult question: "Tell me about yourself." I bomb that question every time.

Wish me luck!!!!!!!!

Wake-up Call

This morning I was reminded how pathetic I've become in my job search. In the a.m. hours before I usually get up (I like to sleep in until noon) I was jerked awake by the harsh ring of my phone. I knew that mom left at least an hour ago to babysit Rylee and wouldn't be able to take my call like a nice mother receptionist, so I jumped out of bed and stumbled, half-awake, down the stairs to the kitchen phone. The kitchen phone was gone! So I ran down another flight of stairs to the basement. I was so excited when the caller asked for my name. You see, I recently had an interview with Soupley's Wine and Spirits so I was hoping they were calling back. Unfortunately, it was a tele-marketer.

So, I am still hopelessly waiting for Soupley's to call. The funny thing is, I have a degree in education. I spent the entire first half of summer interviewing for teaching positions at various schools. Not one school hired me.

Well, here I am, desperately drooling over the phone, waiting anxiously for Soupley's to call. If they don't hire me, I might as well hang myself with the phone cord.

Welcome to the Jungle

Imagine a perilous wilderness where feral, blood-thirsty predators compete for prey. Conjure, if you can, the image of a defenseless, unsuspecting herbivore grazing peacefully in the tall grass when out of the foliage leaps thirty desperate and ravenous carnivores. No, I'm not describing some African wilderness; I'm talking about the job market.

From my point of view, the job market is like a jungle in that I am a predator hunting for a job, or prey. The job search is not an easy task, oh no. First, I must make my way through the hazardous job market in order to find an opening. Ah, I spot one. The problem; however, is that there are perhaps thirty to one hundred other job hunters who have also spotted my potential prey. They are as equally qualified and equally desperate as I am. We all pounce at once and to the victor goes the spoils. I must wait until the others are done before it is my turn to feed.