When Is It My Turn On The Swing?

Thank goodness that day is almost over. I really have been counting the hours until our Fashion Friday rounds out our working week.

I realized something just a few minutes ago, maybe I really am more mature those who are my age. All this time I thought it was the other way around, and then I talked on the phone with a girl who is my age, and realized how unprofessional and/or stupid the rest of my peer may be.

My suggestion to you, when you are on the phone with your law office, even if it is just me you are talking to, you shouldn’t be trying to have another conversation, order food or answer your call waiting. (She did all three of these!) I understand that I am not the lawyer, but chances are I will have information for you that could change the rest of your life, so pay attention.

I have put together a draft 2008 Year in Review CD. Yes, I understand it is a little early, but this year I thought if I continued to put songs I enjoyed in a playlist it would be easier to figure out what works together and best sums up my year and then put together a final CD in December. Right now I have 22 songs in my newly minted playlist. Oh well, maybe it will be a double CD.

I debated all day whether or not to write something. After all it wasn’t as if yesterday was particularly awe inspiring. But walking back from our monthly Chinese catered staff meeting, I remembered an awkward story that I am sure the majority of you don’t know. I have seemed to block it out of my memory.

A few years ago I was unemployed. I know that sounds difficult to believe, I have a lot of employable skills, however, as much as I tried and as many interviews I went on, no one wanted to hire me.

After four months of this nonsense I found a job that seemed to look pretty good: Executive Assistant for a financial planning/accounting office. I applied for the job and was surprised when I got a phone call asking me to come for an interview.

I got the address of the office, which happened to be located in one of the taller buildings downtown, got dressed up in my nicest interview attire and with references in hand, went to the interview.

When I got to the building, I had a hard time finding the office. The company was not listed on the building directory, and the suite number I was given didn’t seem to be in existence. I phoned the office and told the person on the phone that I was having trouble locating the office. They agreed to have someone meet me in the lobby.

A few minutes later, a short, poorly dressed man greeted me. I followed him down a few flights of stairs and into a long dark hallway and into an “office” between two mechanical rooms.

No bigger than the office I currently possess, the room had a desk, a couch and all kinds of personal effects in it. There was bike in the corner, some clothes on the side of the couch and even a small fridge rounded out the “office”. Nervous and confused, I sat cautiously on the couch as the interview began.

After only a few minutes I had come to realize that this creepy man lived in his office, showered everyday at the YWCA, and my job would be to increase his business. If I was able to acquire clients for him, I would receive a percentage of the amount he was able to bill.

Realizing this wasn’t the job for me, or even really a job, I tried to get out the “office” as quickly as I was able. It seemed as if there was no escape and the questions just kept getting creepier and creepier, asking me if I would mind wearing dresses to the office, and then if he could drive my car and finally if he could stay at my house.

No longer caring and pretty terrified, I got up in the middle of his questioning and left the room. I all but started running down the hall when this man chased me down to ask if he could walk me to my car. Thinking as fast as the adrenaline would allow, I told him he could walk me over to the bank. More quick thinking blocked his attempted hug as we parted.

I went to my dad’s office, and basically fell apart realizing just how much danger I had really been in. I made a vow to only apply for jobs at accredited organizations.

Sorry to end today on such a creepy note. The mall awaits.

Here’s hoping you all have a wonderful weekend.

As Always,