mirmartinez
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Anyone want to hear about my interview yesterday?
How silly of me, of course you do, I am the center of everyones universe.
Upon waking yesterday, I could sense that it was going to be a day filled with chaos. My middle child woke me up with his yelling as he ran naked from his father who was trying to get Bob the Builder underwear on him; it seems my son wanted Buzz Lightyear.
After making my way downstairs, I noticed it was snowing and decided to leave earlier to prevent the weather induced lateness. As I am walking out the door my youngest gives me a big hug with her little syrup covered hands. I unstuck myself from my daughter and ran to the closet to find new clothes.
One again I am heading for the door, only to stop dead in my tracks by a comment from DH. No necklace or earrings I give DH my meanest stare and a quick hand gesture, out the door I go.
I arrived early and the receptionist was pleasant offering me coffee and tea. I only had to wait five minutes before my interviewer came out and introduced himself.
He informs me that the interview will take place in the main conference room, however, instead of pointing me in the right direction. The man gives me a little pat on my butt and nods in the right direction. I say a little silent prayer, that this was an accident.
As the interview progresses he gives me background info on him and the other two male partners. However, when he mentions the sole woman partner it is just to point out that she is a good gal. Mind you I read this good gals bio in preparation for the interview. She has practiced for twenty years, has 4 licenses two masters, and a doctorate.
His questions for me were more like concerns, how do I handle driving in the snow, how I feel leaving the office when it is dark, etc... WTH?
The interview concludes and he walks me to the reception area, I go to shake his hand, however, he once more pats me on my behind and thanks me for me time. I gave him the same stare I gave DH earlier and leave.
How silly of me, of course you do, I am the center of everyones universe.
Upon waking yesterday, I could sense that it was going to be a day filled with chaos. My middle child woke me up with his yelling as he ran naked from his father who was trying to get Bob the Builder underwear on him; it seems my son wanted Buzz Lightyear.
After making my way downstairs, I noticed it was snowing and decided to leave earlier to prevent the weather induced lateness. As I am walking out the door my youngest gives me a big hug with her little syrup covered hands. I unstuck myself from my daughter and ran to the closet to find new clothes.
One again I am heading for the door, only to stop dead in my tracks by a comment from DH. No necklace or earrings I give DH my meanest stare and a quick hand gesture, out the door I go.
I arrived early and the receptionist was pleasant offering me coffee and tea. I only had to wait five minutes before my interviewer came out and introduced himself.
He informs me that the interview will take place in the main conference room, however, instead of pointing me in the right direction. The man gives me a little pat on my butt and nods in the right direction. I say a little silent prayer, that this was an accident.
As the interview progresses he gives me background info on him and the other two male partners. However, when he mentions the sole woman partner it is just to point out that she is a good gal. Mind you I read this good gals bio in preparation for the interview. She has practiced for twenty years, has 4 licenses two masters, and a doctorate.
His questions for me were more like concerns, how do I handle driving in the snow, how I feel leaving the office when it is dark, etc... WTH?
The interview concludes and he walks me to the reception area, I go to shake his hand, however, he once more pats me on my behind and thanks me for me time. I gave him the same stare I gave DH earlier and leave.
) I love how they spend the first 30 seconds worshiping Rush or Hannity and reassuring each other what great Americans they are!!
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