Just got home from a job interview and analyzing the scenario.
Despite my love of jeans and flannel shirts, I dressed in black slacks, cream jersey, 100% Scottish wool herringbone jacket, brandy-new shoes, and had colored my hair to blend some of the grey. I looked smashing. Or at least the best I’ve looked in a while.
The typing test was completed with shaking fingers and the filing test was a case of fumbling folders. It’s been a while since I went out on a job interview. But this wasn’t the worst…
In a roundtable interview with five members of the search committee, I babbled relentlessly. This is why I write. Any attempts at humor fell flat. There were a few friendly faces, and needy sprite that I am, I couldn’t help but gravitate towards them.
Honest, I’m so much better online.
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