Job Interview: Part One

I drove up to Marysville for the job interview this morning. The Director of the Library had been called away unexpectedly and therefore my interview was being conducted by the Children's Librarian-type person. Who would actually be the person I would be working with most of the time. If I got the job.

I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The interview went well, I think. I didn't have a problem with the "Sort these books by Dewey Decimal" section of the interview. Apparently, people actually fail that part when they can't figure out how to put things in number order or even upright in stack. I read I Want a Pet out loud to the interviewer. Up until the moment I opened my mouth to read, I was incredibly embarrassed to be reading a children's book out loud to an audience of a single person. The single person who would be making the decision of my future employment. However, I think the reading went well.

I really despise feeling the need to sell myself like a used car. It's creepy.

I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again, why can't I find a handsome (Alan Rickman?), rich man to make me a kept woman and to support me in the lifestyle that I would like to become accustomed to? Is that too much to ask? I'm sure I'd be the other woman so I could totally stay married to DH when I wasn't out spending my Sugar Daddy's hard earned money and having hot-hot luv in weird and kinky places. I bet I'd even be in a good enough mood to order DH some pizza on the days (and nights, thankyouverymuch Mr. Rickman) when I'd be gone. Cause, you know, I'm a concerned spouse.

What was I saying?

Oh, crap, who cares? The important thing is that within a matter of hours I got a call asking me to COME BACK FOR A SECOND INTERVIEW!!!! *Miah breaks into some rhythm-lacking dance moves that vaguely resemble seizures and barely refrains from shouting "Oh, yeah. It's my birthday!" Which, technically, isn't true as my birthday is just over a month away, which gives you a bit of time to finish your shopping. That was a hint, BTW.*

Of course, the cap to this wondrous day came as I was being driven to dinner with friends and I realized that if I get this job...

I would be a Librarian.

A Children's Librarian.

Job Interview: Part One

I drove up to Marysville for the job interview this morning. The Director of the Library had been called away unexpectedly and therefore my interview was being conducted by the Children's Librarian-type person. Who would actually be the person I would be working with most of the time. If I got the job.

I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The interview went well, I think. I didn't have a problem with the "Sort these books by Dewey Decimal" section of the interview. Apparently, people actually fail that part when they can't figure out how to put things in number order or even upright in stack. I read I Want a Pet out loud to the interviewer. Up until the moment I opened my mouth to read, I was incredibly embarrassed to be reading a children's book out loud to an audience of a single person. The single person who would be making the decision of my future employment. However, I think the reading went well.

I really despise feeling the need to sell myself like a used car. It's creepy.

I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again, why can't I find a handsome (Alan Rickman?), rich man to make me a kept woman and to support me in the lifestyle that I would like to become accustomed to? Is that too much to ask? I'm sure I'd be the other woman so I could totally stay married to DH when I wasn't out spending my Sugar Daddy's hard earned money and having hot-hot luv in weird and kinky places. I bet I'd even be in a good enough mood to order DH some pizza on the days (and nights, thankyouverymuch Mr. Rickman) when I'd be gone. Cause, you know, I'm a concerned spouse.

What was I saying?

Oh, crap, who cares? The important thing is that within a matter of hours I got a call asking me to COME BACK FOR A SECOND INTERVIEW!!!! *Miah breaks into some rhythm-lacking dance moves that vaguely resemble seizures and barely refrains from shouting "Oh, yeah. It's my birthday!" Which, technically, isn't true as my birthday is just over a month away, which gives you a bit of time to finish your shopping. That was a hint, BTW.*

Of course, the cap to this wondrous day came as I was being driven to dinner with friends and I realized that if I get this job...

I would be a Librarian.

A Children's Librarian.

Drill Sgt. Why Won't You Leave Me Alone?

Posted twice tonight. One F-Lock, one public. I've finally discovered the different settings so there may be more F-Locked posts in the future. I'm willing to add people to my F-List if the need arises.

I'm also considering switching to a paid account. Anybody who has a paid account willing to let me know if it's worth it? My desire mostly stems from an uncontrollable need to have lots of icons.

Finally had a chance to sit down and watch DH's Basic Training Video (hence the "Drill Sgt., why won't you leave me alone?" which is one of my favorite chanty things that they do). Opened with the generic random class of graduating recruits and the montage of Ft. Sill landmarks, then it was straight to DH's graduating class. I found him twice. Once, coming out of the Gas Chamber (lots of phlem, eww). And once, firing one of those guns with the long belt of bullets that feeds in as you fire (yes, I know it has a name, and no, I don't care enough to look it up).

It made me laugh at points, and cry at others. The obstacle courses were funny, but watching everyone pour out of the Gas Chamber made me cry.

Of course, everything makes me cry lately. Stupid hormones.

If the weather stays cool enough I'll be wenching at the K.C. Ren Fest on Monday (although, if it's going to be hot I probably won't go since I'm still not handling the heat well). I need to pull my garb out of the closet and make sure the Bodice of Slow and Painful Asphyxiation still fits. It should, especially since I've inexplicable lost five pounds within the last week and a half.

Nerves, probably.

Second job interview will be Thursday. Hope I can keep calm enough to make it that far.

Drill Sgt. Why Won't You Leave Me Alone?

Posted twice tonight. One F-Lock, one public. I've finally discovered the different settings so there may be more F-Locked posts in the future. I'm willing to add people to my F-List if the need arises.

I'm also considering switching to a paid account. Anybody who has a paid account willing to let me know if it's worth it? My desire mostly stems from an uncontrollable need to have lots of icons.

Finally had a chance to sit down and watch DH's Basic Training Video (hence the "Drill Sgt., why won't you leave me alone?" which is one of my favorite chanty things that they do). Opened with the generic random class of graduating recruits and the montage of Ft. Sill landmarks, then it was straight to DH's graduating class. I found him twice. Once, coming out of the Gas Chamber (lots of phlem, eww). And once, firing one of those guns with the long belt of bullets that feeds in as you fire (yes, I know it has a name, and no, I don't care enough to look it up).

It made me laugh at points, and cry at others. The obstacle courses were funny, but watching everyone pour out of the Gas Chamber made me cry.

Of course, everything makes me cry lately. Stupid hormones.

If the weather stays cool enough I'll be wenching at the K.C. Ren Fest on Monday (although, if it's going to be hot I probably won't go since I'm still not handling the heat well). I need to pull my garb out of the closet and make sure the Bodice of Slow and Painful Asphyxiation still fits. It should, especially since I've inexplicable lost five pounds within the last week and a half.

Nerves, probably.

Second job interview will be Thursday. Hope I can keep calm enough to make it that far.