Interview

Some time ago, I saw an ad in the local newspaper in the Help Wanted section. The local Historical Society was looking for  a Director.  Part time May to October.  Send in a resume. I thought..hey maybe that is a job I would really enjoy. 

I did not have a resume. So I wrote one.  Not many embellishments..just the facts..business owner..retired…(Perhaps I should have added cranky..hates the phone.)

I had an interview. Well the last time I had a job interview was back in 1996 at NDSU..I got that job and loved it. It was part time and I could take care of the green plants in the public areas in between classes. 

A couple of weeks ago, I went in and had my hair done at the “school”..I had my hair highlighted..it turned a little orange.  Stuff happens..at least it is not grey.  I was going to go in and get lowlights to downplay the orange..but I never got around to it after Far Guy hurt his finger.

So anyways..I had the job interview orange hair and all..I fixed my orange hair the best I could that day and even wore makeup. No jewelry..just my reading glasses on their string.  I wore a plain shirt and slacks..and my snow boots..it is still cold out.  What you see is what you get.

I answered their questions. I told them what I would and would not do.  I am not a Grant Writer and I do not pretend to be one. When they asked me if I would TRY to write Grants for them ..I flatly refused.  It is what it is, I am who I am, I am way to old to change.  They asked me how long I would work for them..I told them twenty or thirty years was definitely out..ten years might be a stretch of all our imaginations. I told them “I am going to be 60 years old this year..I don’t know how many good years I have left.”

I cannot develop a web site for them..but I could maintain one.  I can get them up and running with a blog that could be featured on the homepage of the local newspaper.

They don’t even have a job description..but have been thinking about writing one. Maybe they need a leader..a bossy one that will point them in the right direction, someone with good organizational skills.

They said they would call one way or the other and let me know their decision.  I walked away thinking..I was honest..maybe too honest..maybe I should have flowered things up a bit..they had a whole afternoon of interviews..there was a very young gal waiting after me..I wished her luck..she probably didn’t have a job.  

Why do I want this job?  Most likely because it is a challenge..I don’t want to work full time and I do not want to work during the winter..it seems like a good fit for me right now..besides that I have been looking at a new camera. 

I was just staring to evaluate how I would feel if they didn’t choose me.  Would I feel like a weight was lifted from my shoulders..or would I feel rotten..was I too old..too cranky..too straight forward..too outspoken.

I was lamenting to poor Far Guy..he was trapped listening to me patiently..well he is a temporary cripple now..and must be nice and listen because I help him butter his toast and zip up his coat..then the phone rang…the rest of the story..tomorrow.

Here is the snow stick report..

Sorry Larry in Iowa..you are not the winner.  Larry is taking a bit of a BLOGvacation, hopefully he will be back soon.  It was warmer yesterday and some of our snow melted!! :)