On Friday I had a job interview, my first one in about 6 years. You know what? Interviews aren't fun. They are painful, agonizing, worrying, stress-inducing, anxiety-provoking...and the punch line, it wasn't even for a promotion, it was for a lateral move.
This is my best, in fact, my one and only hope to escape the department of The Stupidest Man Alive. Will it happen? I won't know for about a month.
If I were to get this job, my supervisor would be 13 years younger than I am. This would be the first time I have a boss who is younger. Fortunately, compared to my current numbskull of an idiot of a moron of a boss, this fellow is known to be exceptionally bright. So he could be 12, as far as I am concerned, as long as he's smart and knows what he's doing, I will respect that.
Cross your fingers and toes for me, and pray to St. Jude, the patron saint of lost causes because my sanity is on the line here, so I need to pull out the big guns, prayer-wise.
3 comments:
going right to the top to pray to jesus'mum
YOU GO GIRL! I'm sure you dazzled them. Hope it works out for you! We've all been there!
Mrs. A.
Hey Nanuk! I'm glad you're blogging again, and I like the new design!
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