The latter part of last week was weird. Well, maybe not weird, but distracting. Hence the lack of a weekending blogpost. There was just too many things that made me drop everything and go, "Oh something shiny." Then wander off like a toddler running after a puppy.
First, I got a new smartphone. Upon the high recommendation of Ian @ Daily Dose of Reality, I ended up getting a droid. There was a lot of time dedicated to figuring out how to use it. Then, that morphed into like 3 days and counting of stuff like, "OMG, Nick, look at this awesome new application I downloaded. It makes my screen steamy and I can wipe away the steam and then when you blow on the phone it comes back...like real steam!" If my husband were a lesser man I would probably be lying in a pool of my own blood right now.
Then, Nick had two days off AND we got our tax return at the same time which meant a fair amount of eating out and running around town to start tackling our tax return wish list.
But the biggest distraction, by far, was the job interview that sprung up out of no where. There were lots of mini freak outs and proofreading my resume and updating said resume and then proofreading again. Here's what you may not know. I have been unemployed since June. I wasn't laid off. I quit my job because I was moving and my job made me an awful person. (I worked retail full-time, a job I never intended to have after college.) It made me so exhausted I frequently came home to our apartment, walked the 6 feet to our living space, and face-planted in the couch still in my coat and holding my purse, and passed out for 3 or 4 hours. Some of you may know how inclined I am to use hyperbole. I assure you this is not the case in this situation. My husband can vouch because, on occasion, I would still be passed out on the couch when he got home. In addition to the exhaustion it brought me to a place where I hated meeting people and automatically assumed the worst of everyone I was forced to become acquainted with. So we move to California for three months and I had the first work-free summer vacation I have had since 1997.
Then, we moved to Charleston. Charleston, whose economy runs damn near solely on restaurants, hospitality and retail. Aw, hell no! Suffice it to say, after much personal struggling and grief, I resigned myself to the idea that I would not be working, in a traditional sense, while we lived here. (I feel I should note that I harbor a stupid amount of personal baggage on the subject of employment and this was as much of a nutshell I could force it into.) So last week was when that resignation really settled in. I even busted out my journal and wrote about how I was finally "ok" with the fact that I wasn't working and that I finally accepted the lack of employment as my choice and that I was in control of it and that it wasn't in control of me or my self worth. So naturally what happens? The very next day I get some email about a job opening that isn't retail management, has nothing to do with financial planning or selling insurance cause that is just how shit happens to me.
But really, that is all besides the point. The whole ordeal has made me reflect on all the job hunting I did in the past, and I have had some really awkward/downright appalling things said to me during interviews. Is that normal? Is there so much information on how to prepare for interviews floating around that employers feel the need to try throw you off your game by saying ridiculous things to you?
I have been told, "I can't really turn you down for a second interview because you are really what we are looking for, but, by looking at your resume, this doesn't seem like the job you want." (Admittedly he was right, but still, WTF? It's like the professional equivalent of "It's not you, it's me.")
I have also had an interviewer straight up say to me, "Oh man, you are going to have a hard time finding a job here. This town still runs on a Good Ole Boy system, so if you don't know anyone here to pulls strings you are pretty much screwed." (Really? Is there really a reason to use this sort of intimidation?)
I have also sat politely while an interviewer informed me about how dedicated he was to the Latter Day Saints church and while it didn't matter what religion I practiced, I should know that was the kind of corporate culture they adhered to (way to sidestep all those laws about asking about religious affiliation in the interview there, buddy). He then proceeded to let me know that they also "play hard" and he firmly believed in rewarding yourself for good work. "That aquarium is my reward. Every time I make my quarter, I buy I new exotic fish to put in it. Right now I have about $10,000 wrapped up in that aquarium." (Gag. And my mom would have labeled such discussion as "tacky.")
I had also interviewed with a newly expanding recruiting firm. The small staff consisted of all men and one woman, all of whom were under the age of 37. So I guess when the interviewer asked, "How would you feel about working on a team full of men? If you were hired you would be the second woman on our staff," it was a legitimate question, sort of. But it probably would have been more straight to the point if he'd have asked, "So, your boobs will be stared at, your ass will be grabbed, someone will call you a bitch, and someone will ask if you are on your period should you ever be cranky, but you're not gonna make a big deal about that, will you?"
But all of these pale in comparison to the interview in which I was kidnapped. That, my friends, is a story that deserves it's own post, so check back later this week!