One Weak.

We’ve been here for one week’s time. As of yesterday evening actually. I was offered a job yesterday. At first, I was overjoyed with having them interested. And for the most part, I still am. I have gone on two interviews with them. The first one went smooth as pie and I liked both individuals quite a bit. The second interview went well, but there were bumps. And by bumps, I mean weird questions were asked such as “What do you do when a boss tells you you HAVE to change something even though you know it’s right or you think what you’ve done is better?” And still another was “What is it you’d say you’re terrible at?” Another person asked me if I knew that this meant long hours and that “most of the design team is the last to leave at the end of the night”. (The word “Night” still rings loudly through the caverns of my head.)

Again with this job shit, you know? I want to make sure that the next job I take is great for me. I want to make sure that I’ll be there for a year or more and that they’ll love me as much as I love them. (I’m exaggerating). I want to make sure that if I need to take a day off to take my kitty to the vet or get my teeth cleaned, no one is going to freak out and give me shame-one-you looks and more work the following day. (Yes, I have seen this done OVER and OVER again.)

I wish it were possible to see three months down the road and know what it is you’re to do ahead of time. Three months isn’t too much to ask for, I don’t wish to know EVERYTHING from this point forward, but it’d be nice to have a glimpse.

And I’d have to start Monday. And I still don’t have my stuff.

But I’m sure I’m gonna say yes.


  1. Congrats! You sound unsure about it though…
    I am sure it will be fine. Go for it!


  2. It’ll be ok. I’m just wary of jobs in general. I think that maybe I was sort of enjoying the time off. Then again, it’s noon here, three p.m. back east and I am still wearing pajamas. I’m showered, but wearing pajamas. That’s probably a pretty damn good sign I need to get a job already. Week in or now.


  3. I am in my PJ’s too! But then again my boss is my 2 1/2 year old!!!!


  4. It’s weird having you on west coast “hours” now. I’ll have to remember to check you later in the afternoon now instead. :)

    Think of all the stories you’d have out of this job!! Maybe they asked about “late hours” because…you know…stuff…


  5. Those were some weird-ass questions! For crying out loud—what was this the winning answer? Was this what they wanted you to say: even if I’m right and my boss is a flaming imbecile with an ego the size of the Washington Monument I will roll over and take it up the ass always, and I LOVE working late, actually I always bring my sleeping bag with me just in case. But seriously, how fantastic to have two jobs to choose from so quickly—I hope it turns out GREAT!


  6. Congrats on the job, girly! I love the new-fangled questions you get in interviews these days. The trick? Always turn the negative questions, into positive answers. “What am I worst at? Well, I find that my ahem attention to detail can be a little much, and I spend too much time worrying about little things… now, I’m learning how to pick which hills to die on. Yaddada Yaddada.”


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