The Day of Interviews

So I had 2 interviews today with 2 different temp agencies...the first one was a small staffing place run by 3 women...the second was with a national staffing company (don't panic they're only going to place me locally)...

So the first interview was like the most disastrous interview of my life...I swear this lady was purposely trying to rattle me to see what I would do...she kept going back to the fact that I didn't seem to be using my degree and didn't I ever think about going back to school...which on one hand is a valid point, but I'm sitting there thinking "You're not my mom, get off my case lady, I just need a job to pay the bills what do you care if I'm not living up to my 'full potential' or whatever"...I also thought in my head "You don't know me!!!!"...

Then one thing I regret is as we were sitting there this spider started crawling down her desk across the room...so in the middle of answering a question I blurted out, fairly calmly I thought, "There's a huge spider on your desk!"...OK now to me there's only really 2 sizes of spiders -- tiny and huge...if it's smaller than a pencil eraser, it's tiny, anything else is huge...daddy long legs and cobweb spider have no place in this continuum and are neither huge nor tiny, they are just stupid...but anyway back to the interview...so she looks at the spider and goes, "That is not huge, that's small to medium at best." grabs a tissue, kills it, and throws it away...so now I'm sure she thinks I'm probably not fulfilled because I have severe ADD, poor depth perception, and mild arachnophobia...but she says she'll keep me in mind for temp positions but I need to go home and take some computer skills tests online...I also needed to stop and talk to this other lady first...

The first thing that lady said was "Kelly Moore, you must be 100% Italian!! HAHAHAHA You're like a walking stereotype!!!" then she asked me if I was a natural redhead and was disappointed when I told her no, apparently because she wanted me to be more stereotypically Irish...I did not mention my ability to drink large quantities of beer and whisky that make up for the dye job...although I'm sure she would enjoy that fact, I felt it prudent not to...so on my way home I stopped at the library to do the tests because I didn't want my POS to shut off in the middle of them...they were super annoying but I did OK and was glad to be done with the whole thing...

Then I had I went to the second interview and it went really smooth...had to take more computer tests...these were easier to navigate and I kicked their ass...then I was interviewed by a guy with a slight lisp...he was nice though and nothing weird happened there...except he could not have been more than 5 years older than me but when discussing my test scores kept referring to me as being part of "Generation Y" and that's why it was easier for me to use computers...end of story

So I get home and check my e-mail and there's an e-mail from the first lady thanking me for coming in and telling me how I did such a great job on the tests and she was "very pleased I did them immediately and even more pleased with the results" and that I should be very proud of myself...at this point, I kind of wish the first lady will call me back and just ask me to work in their office, cause that might be an entertaining gig...