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Name: Crazy Bitch
Home: Portland, Oregon, United States
About Me: I've always enjoyed writing, so long as it's something I know about - like me. I'm a student. A mother. A sister. A homeowner. A perfectionist. I try to keep them as separate as possible, but sometimes they intertwine - which is NEVER a good thing. I love shoes. I love dancing, although I don't really know how. I love loud music, bonfires and the occasional glass of beer. I love my family. I love my life. And ever so slowly, I'm learning to love myself.
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| And the World Turned Upside Down |
| Friday, November 20, 2009 |
"Breathe!" I told myself. "It's not YOUR interview."
I was headed across town. I would never work across town. This was just a search for references. But was it? Somehow my head told me otherwise.
"Why would strangers give me a good reference?" I asked no one but myself. I ignored the question.
"Shut up and breathe." I said to the steering wheel. "You're just getting information. This is how you network."
I thought about my first phone call to R. He was so easy to talk to. And in person, men were putty in my hands, so, not a big deal. I could handle this.
When I got to the building, my confidence rang true. And then I got the honor to wait, and wait, and wait. Little did I know, R would make a habit of making me wait.
R waltzed into the lobby, followed by a woman. My confidence jumped up and ran out the door, leaving me behind, defenseless.
"My project manager wanted to sit in - I hope you don't mind."
We shook hands. Introductions. I was ushered into a good-sized conference room and seated at the end of a very large table. Suddenly I felt so small.
I don't know who started talking first. When I'm nervous, I tend to babble on and on. But apparently, so does R, nervous or not. I kept my focus on the PM the whole time, although something drew me to R. Was it the loud red shirt? The constant interruptions from his ringing phone? Was it the complete opposite that I had pictured this man to be when we were speaking on the phone? Ugh. Focus, idiot.
Near the end of the interview, the PM told me about a job opening. I never saw it coming. And then a job offer, albeit informal, but on the table just the same. But there I was, inexperienced in this sort of thing, and filed it away under the "yeah, right" column in my brain. Things like no experience and no work history surfaced.
"I like to train people properly. Sorta like brain-washing." R was saying.
Huh. They felt the chemistry that I was trying to ignore. Why was I ignorging it? I know words popped into my head: good looking, charisma. I tried to focus on the PM again. Mmm-hmm, she looks like Elise Keaton for sure... yet the words coming out of my mouth were actually intelligent. Go figure.
I went home not knowing what had happened. But I did have a new question. Could I work across town? |
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