December 9, 2004

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  So, the interview that was supposed to happen yesterday?   Yep, it was really supposed to happen today.  I didn’t really care since it was their mistake, not mine.  Plus, it allowed me to inadvertantly find out how many other candidates there were (three).  She told me (there were two women interiewers) that the interview would be short as they were only seeing those they had already researched and felt were fit hires.  WOOO!  I have to say, this is the first social services job where my background as a bartender might come in handy:  so, how would you cope with a situation where you felt you were in danger of being attacked?  heh.

  
  

  Afterward I thought it was too soon to pick up babyjane (she’d be put out if she didn’t get to play enough) so I went up to the high school to tell Michelle happy birthday and see if my mom needed anything.  Mom was leaving for a birthday trip and was heading out the door when she was grabbed by her friend.  Apparently she didn’t realize she had “test duty.”  It sounded like fun to me so I took it off her hands. 

  
  

  On a regular basis kids are allowed to make up tests after school.  I was given a milk crate full of files with teachers’ names on them and left to fend for myself.  They could have been cheating themselves blind for all I knew as I was having a really hard time figuring out who needed what.    I was surprised at how little time it actually took.  I found myself calling them “sweetie” and “honey.”  They most likely thought me insane.

  
  

  Oh yeah, and my mom took one look at how I was dressed and said, “uh, is that what you wore?  because, NO YOU REALLY LOOK NICE, but, uh, it’s very casual.”  So if in the past you’ve noticed I think too much about my clothes, well drop a quarter in my therapy jar, my friend! 

  
  

  and one of the women who interviewed me was wearing jeans and no makeup, so there ha.  I love social services.

  
  

  And later, on a Very Special Satori…
  I will regale you with frightening tales of my very first 20th high school reunion organization meeting!  Why am I going?  Good blogging material.  There, I said it.  Oh, and I called the gal to find out where it was and it’s at the house of a guy I supposedly dated after high school.  I don’t exactly remember everything from my early twenties (whistles) and only know I dated this guy because his mother said so and I consider her a reliable source.  His wife was nice to me at our ten year, so I consider that a very good sign.

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