The Interview

While I contemplate the appropriate gracious letter to my interviewers, i thought I'd take the time to give a brief recap. Before that I just got news that US lost to Ghana in the World Cup so I know my sister-in-law must be happy cause she has this thing with rooting for the underdog. Ah well, no biggie cause I'm not so much into the futbol, its okay live but I'm not gung ho about it by any means. Though being in such close proximity to little Brazil in the neighboring town means that I am well aware of how Brazil is fairing in the World Cup.

Now for the interview. This is only the second interview I've actually engaged in since I got my college job. I went to a religiously affiliated non-profit organization. This job was totally not my gig but i figured I needed to expand my horizons and try new things anyway. There is a new organization to support cultural arts and they were looking for an office assistant. The initial woman was nice enough and asked all about me. She had a kid at GW, so right off the bat I knew she had a certain picture of my financial situation in mind. Let's be real, GW students are a world onto themselves. You probably have more kids from Long Island with extremely wealthy parents and the children of diplomats than at any other university. Accordingly, the image of the GW student as a whole is one of extreme wealth. Sorry folks, I don't fit the bill, i went there on a scholarship not cause mommy and daddy own some company or have a building named after them on campus. Anywho, after a spiel on the organization and the direction, the woman informed me that the greatest focus would be on seeking donations. Then the question....."what do your parents do"? Say what!? What exactly does my parents' employment have to do with my job potential? If my mom was a law firm partner instead of a paralegal does that mean i get the job? Hmmmmmm, sounded quite shady to me and made my desire for the job to take a stiff dive to the hell no range. Then I go out and meet two other women from the job to ask further questions. guess its a tight knit place so its key that everyone gets along. Talk some more about myself...truthfully just repeat what I'd already said. then I get asked about my religion. Again I say , "errr?" Now keep in mind I was wearing a religious relic around my neck that clearly defined what religion I observe. I kept my nasty comment in and answered. I left well aware that I didn't want the job even if I got an offer. Next day i talked to my agency and told them what happened. They were in shock. Such shock they called me back after the initial call to apologize. Course, i told them not to worry. Frankly, I think there are other things they could be apologizing for, not the questions of an interview that they weren't involved in. Sheesh.

Sunday marks the beginning of Wedding bonanza 2006, too bad its gonna start off with a rain storm. Lucky it's a bridal shower and not a wedding so the fact that nature is providing a shower during the shower seems somewhat appropriate.