First things first. Here is your weekly reminder to please give me your Inquisition questions. You know the pertinent details. Just make sure I've got your question by Tuesday, okay? And now for your post of the day!

I'm really giving it my best shot to find a job, I really am, but then days like today happen that test my patience.

Today I went to the interview from Hell.

First off, I was called for a second interview of an initial meeting back in March 2003. Fine and dandy. I agreed to go because it was for a premier attorney in Bahrain and I quite liked him at the first meeting and was bummed I didn't get the job first time around. The woman that called didn't give me too many details over the phone, but as I recall, the pay was good in the past. But I have also noticed a high turnover rate at this law firm in the months since my last interview. What the hell, I figured, and I agreed to go.

First thing when I went in her office, we said hello, she looked at me, then said "I'm going to give you some tests.." then started rattling off information without anything for me to write notes on. Ok. Fine. Then I was seated in front of a computer that the keyboard was practically LEVEL with MY BREASTS. (Yes, it was as comic as it sounds) Then I was told "GO!" and on with the timing test with me typing like a lunatic with my hands wayyyyyyyyy up high. Sigh.

She was a particularly nasty person from right off but I did the tests then went back in the interview. She then proceeded to knock me down verbally and was very negative and the whole nine yards as she meandered through my resume. By this point, I couldn't WAIT to get out of there. I mean, look you freaking COW! I have EXCELLENT experience and 12 years of it too! And she is knocking it?? Bitch.

I tried to be as pleasant, kind and charming as I could be, but it took a lot out of me to do it. By the time that she said "Well, I don't think I need to take this any further, since you don't have enough MANAGEMENT experience, at least what I feel you need, blah blah more verbal vomit I wish you good luck in finding a job." Me: "thank you for your time, it was nice meeting you. Good day." It should have been a hint for me when I saw the look on the receptionist's face while waiting to be seen when psycho woman called her. She looked up to God for assistance and gave me the saddest face. Now it is all so clear. The worst thing? I wasted gas driving there and money for the damn meter. UGH. At least I gave it my best shot.

But hey! I bet I know the reason for the high employee turnover now, huh?

Now I am finding solace in my usual way. Cooking.

It's overcast and chilly and a bit windy if my wind chime outside is to be believed. Today there is pot roast with potatoes and carrots and corn. Fresh French bread and on the spur of the moment, I decided to do my holiday baking too! Pumpkin bread and also mincemeat cake. For the record, mincemeat cake is like a fruitcake, (no meat at ALL) but definitely, infinitely better. And also edible, unlike fruitcakes. Lots of vine fruits and apples and pears and orange rind. Perfectly spicy with nutmeg, cinnamon and allspice, raisins, dates, walnuts or pecans. Can be drizzled with whiskey, but since Z doesn't drink, sadly, it’s the non alcoholic version.

As I type this, it – everything – smells soooooo good. Who wants dinner?


Indigo Wolf said...

Oh you meany... Tempting me like that. My husband doesn't eat red meat any more pot roast. I did make a good baked chicken last night, though with potatoes, onions, and carrots. Oh yeah and steamed green beans. I can still make anything poultry...
-Carrie Jo

cheryl b. said...

So at work today there was this really hot guy, and he was really really nice (to me and his son) and I would totally have asked him out, right. He was 4 foot tall. Which makes no difference to me at all. Would it have made a difference to you? (My bet is "no") And as a side question, have you ever seen (or wanted to see) midget porn? Love ya!