I have one of those newfangled crackberry phones and I haven't got all the wrinkles ironed out. Like, I am forever hanging up on Dave because I can't tell the difference between connect and disconnect. Last night I broke into a cold sweat trying to add our neighbour to my list of contacts.
"It's because I'm such a technical guru," I said as my fat fingers flailed and floundered, "that I have a job interview tomorrow DOING SOCIAL MEDIA. Hahahahahaha! And I don't even know to work my FECKING PHONE."
So, yes! I had a job interview this morning. I haven't had one of those in, like, six years and I had no clue what to wear so I decided to wear the same blouse I wore on the day I "got the package" from my last company and moved out west. I get superstitious about clothes. Do you? Whenever something bad happens to me I never want to wear what I was wearing – ever again.
The package I got from work was awesome – basically a big bag of money (START THE CAR!!!!) – and it didn't hurt my feelings, getting a buyout, because I was already leaving and the package was like a nice going away present. So the blouse I was wearing was actually a good luck blouse, attracting bags of money and such, so naturally I put it on this morning. Plus it's pretty new and kinda funky and makes me look less ginormous.
I also shaved my legs. So I wouldn't stab anyone.
I was nervous about the interview, but only because I wasn't sure I really wanted to work. This summer has been the first time in 30 years that I haven't had a job, and let me tell you, it's been sweet. There's something to be said for sleeping in, drinking coffee, watching home decoration shows on TV and playing on Facebook all day. I wasn't sure I wanted to give all that up.
Turns out this is a perfect job for me. Part-time social media stuff. Uploading photos. Creating a better website. Building a better Facebook and Twitter presence. Writing. Photos. Stuff I'm good at. Most of which can be done in my pajamas in my own home. Now I hope I'm not jinxing this by writing about it before I find out if the job is mine or not. But hey, they want a social media type and surely they realize that social media types tend to burp out their every waking moments on, er, social media.
It would be nice to get the job but if I don't it's not the end of the world. There will still be coffee and Love It Or List It and time to enjoy it in the style to which I am just getting accustomed.
If I don't get it though, that blouse is going in the trash.
