“I need Friday off,” I tell him. “I have to go to a wedding.”
He rolls back from his desk and blinks at me. Through his glasses, his eyes are magnified and he looks like a cross between Albert Eistein and an owl.
“Why would you need time off?”
“I just said I have a wedding I need to go to.”
“Why do you need to go? What we do here is of singular and utmost importance.”
I didn’t go looking for this job. I just wanted a nice gig at a well-funded non-profit with flexible hours and good insurance. Something with children would have been nice… maybe the elderly.
Too much to ask, I know. Or at least, as I found out. Times are tight and jobs are hard to come by, so I just needed income.
I interviewed for three jobs initially: a call center “how can I help you” type job, a temp agency, and this one. I’m not so great at being nice to people when they’re incompetent or rude, so the call center didn’t seem like a good fit. The temp agency wasn’t promising steady work and asked if I would feel comfortable posing nude, so I just about ran from there. And that left this option. Continue reading ‘My humble beginnings.’
