So, as some of you may know, I have been on a quest for a new job. I have had countless interviews, but each one has a major deal-breaker, things they don't mention in the job description. Yesterday, I had a very interesting interview. I answered an ad for an Office Manager/Bookkeeper. I followed the directions on my google map through possibly the worst industrial "neighborhood" I had ever seen. I ended at the address (which I passed several times, since there was no sign or indication of a business) that I finally found on a mailbox on the side of the road. Surely, this must be some kind of mistake. I called the phone number I had written down only to find that I had found the right place. The gentleman on the phone told me to park by the side of the barb-wire fence and that he would come out to unlock the chain and let me in. He couldn't make it all the way from the door of the "office" to the fence without a cigarette. After entering the premises, I walked past what seemed to be some sort of junkyard full of cars. I was outrageously overdressed in my skirt and heels, and found it difficult to maneuver through the gravel/dirt path, I guess you could call it, to the door of the building. Everyone else was dressed in shorts and tank-tops with their bra-straps hanging out. Once I made it inside I was offered a chair to wait for my interview and I couldn't help but overhear a conversation between a few of my future coworkers.
"Hey Minda, what'r you doin' fer yer birthday?"
"Gittin' drunk--what else? I want to git a tattoo, but Bubba said I just got one last week."
I could tell I would fit right in. I felt like my interview went pretty well, the owner of the company asked me lots of questions about my skills and interests and after about 30 minutes, when I got a chance to ask him what it is exactly that he does, I was able to put it all together. It was a Repo Company. Suddenly it all made sense--the junkyard in front was full of all the vehicles that had been repossessed by the company. When my interview was finished, the same gentleman let me back out of the gate (with a new cigarette in his hand). On the way out I asked him how he liked working there and he replied, "Job's a job. The way I figure, if I can git up the next day and come back, it's a pretty good job."
Although the job sounds ideal, I don't think it's the right position for me. I think I'll have to turn it down.....
5 comments:
Hey Madelyn, My name is Chelsea Watts, I'm Lacy's friend from Visalia (we met at her shower). Anyway, I just found your blog on Lacy's blog and thought I'd say hi. We just moved to Austin 5 weeks ago, as you might know. Anyway, we live in Bee Cave and I think Lacy said you're downtown, but we should get together sometime. Just from reading a couple of your blog entries I know I'd love to hang out with you because you sound just like Lacy! Anyway, my email is brettandchelsea@msn.com. Drop me a line sometime, maybe we can get meet up : )
Oh my gosh, Mad, hilarious! How insane was that place? I had an interview in Provo that was also crazy. It was for a plumbing company. The deal breaker for me was when the guy told me that on occasion, I might have to "fight off" the laborers. "Cause, yer young and pretty, ya know?" YIKES!
Sounds horrendous!! You poor thing!
Hang in there!
(And look at the bright side: at least you have a nice husband who would let you get a tattoo for your birthday if you wanted one!)
Madelyn: You HAVE to take this job! Bounty Hunting is one of those rare jobs that never has ebbs and flows--it's pretty consistent work. PLUS, the stuff you can skim off the top could be very...hmmm...profitable. Please promise me you'll consider it. And think, the dress code could lead to so many adventurous outfits. The jealousy is making me dizzy...
I laughed out loud when I read this little tale! How funny!!! I can't imagine having an interview like that!!! I am on the job hunt too. Good luck.
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