Tomorrow is my interview with the one of the people to whom I randomly sent a resume. Right now I am supposed to be reading everything on his website so that when he asks my opinion on the capital markets I can answer his question by actually giving his opinion on the capital markets. I don't really have an opinion, other then "they kind of suck right now." Or a slightly more intelligent comment: "Last year the markets were flat...again." Instead of that I am writing to you, while baking my Chinese Five Spice Chicken (which smells really good--thank you for asking). Prior to my interview, I will learn everything that I can about this guy's opinion on QDIAs and 408-b2* so I sound smart, it's just hard to sit down and do it right now.
I am nervous about my interview. I'm not nervous about answering the questions--I am comfortable with that. Al Gore asked really tough questions a year ago, and I've never really been shy when it comes to interviewing. I am nervous about not fitting in. I never really felt like I fit in at BCFG. I think it was easier for them to let me go because of that. I am also nervous that this guy doesn't really have anything for me. He's just curious to see who BCFG (a big competitor of his) just got rid of. I am nervous about not looking right.
Speaking of not looking right...I cut my own bangs this morning (with a successful outcome). As I was cutting my bangs, I was thinking "what normal person cuts their own hair the day before an interview when there is a We Heart Hair around the corner that will trim bangs for $5?" Along the same lines, I have sent The Husband to the store on his way home from work to pick up knee highs (because who wants to wear pantyhose under their pants).** Being unemployed means that I have lots of time to go do things like get my bangs trimmed or buy knee highs. The reason that I didn't do these two errands today is that I'm sad and I'm anxious and I just want to curl up inside myself, kind of like a roly poly bug. It is hard to act like someone who isn't depressed. I do it though, because sometimes acting like you feel okay means that, for awhile, you actually do feel okay. Tomorrow I will be fine--I know I seem "normal" to most people. I can psych myself up for the interview. I couldn't, however, psych myself today to go buy socks or get my hair cut. It's weird, I know. Thankfully, I have been successfully cutting my own bangs since college, so there was no harm done.*** Maybe I should have listed that as a skill on my resume. I cut The Husband's hair with success a few weeks ago and I trim Sweet Pea's bangs as well. If this guy hires me I could offer hair cuts to my new co-workers.
So now I'm going back to reading about my potential new employer, who has the same name as a podiatrist in Florida. I Googled him, but he is a pretty boring Google (like me).
Wish me luck!
*Yes, they are as exciting as they sound, however in my working world they are the biggest thing to come around in a long time.
**One very nice thing about The Husband is that he will go to the store for things like knee highs and tampons. I did describe exactly what I wanted and I told him that if the knee highs were too confusing he should find a woman in the store and ask her for help. The Husband is anti-cell phone, which is why he couldn't just call me.
***If your wondering, I recommend investing in a pair of actual hair cutting scissors. But then you have to leave your house to go to the Sally Beauty Supply. Thankfully, I already had mine.
UPDATE:
The Husband successfully completed his knee high purchase. He did have to ask the old lady working in cosmetics at the Walgreen's, but he did it, so I feel like I have to give him credit for that. I am feeling extremely nervous and panicky, so I've decided that it's late enough to go to bed and enjoy better living through pharmacology and take some Ativan.
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