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i had an interview a little while ago. two girls not much older than myself, methinks, asking questions about "situations where you had to deal with an angry person" or "scenarios where a student is freaking out at an exam" etc. i did ok, not great (in my estimation) but it seemed to be good enough for them. it was tricky! how *does* one diffuse a student with anxiety disorder caught cheating by hiding a textbook in the washroom? how? i didn't know. i said something about "cheating is cheating" (in many more words) and i can only hope that was correct.

i gave them a list of my references, including my manager from The Bike Shop. i actually don't have much faith in him as a reference, but whatever. they seemed excited that i actually offered a printed-out list of refs. so maybe they won't call them at all.

in all the "can you tell me a situation..." questions i wriggled the answers around so they were much more general, since i don't remember very many specific situations. i said that i dealt with so many people daily, and they were all either freaking out, or impatient, or needed explanations, etc. and that i "always work under strict deadlines" etc. and goddammit, just hire me, why don't you?!?! i'm such a good person, and i am so much fun to work with, and i neeeeeeeeed a job soooo freeeeeakinnn baaaaadly. ETC.

i even went that extra step and wore a thong today (*uhghghggghghh*) because i would have pantylines showing through these cheap-ass old navy "interview pants."

i forgot to mention to them that being registered with the youth employment service, they get some sort of kickback if they hire me - like, my training is paid for. i know that would have been another little checkmark for sorethroat, but alas, my brain can get so mushy at times. i haven't done an interview for about 5 years now. the last "real" one i had was at a candy store chain, "suckers," where i think i was just too damn professional for them. i didn't get a call back for that $7/hour job!! that was terribly distressing.

fingers crossed, fingers crossed.

oh, i also got little notes in the mail telling me that i would hear about the "status of my application" for grad school in march. i thought it would be april, but no....march. march. ugggh. my ulcer is fermenting.

lawdy, i just want a desk, and a computer, and an extension....pleeeeeeeeez...