The Interview
Alternate Title: Never Underestimate My Ability to Get LostI wrote a long post about this last night, but stupid Blogger/Firefox ate it.
So there I was... (your response is "Where were you?" Humor me.)
I had my newly tailored skirt. A new pair of Anne Klein shoes. A new black purse (though why I bothered is beyond me - boys never notice those things). My hair was up. My make-up was on. I looked smart, skinny, and competent.
My application package was complete. I had mapquested and printed out directions to *what I thought* was the right place. I even gave myself an hour and a half to get there.
I drove and drove and was doing fine until about the last 5 miles. When I got lost. I mean really, totally, utterly, where-in-the-hell-am-I??? lost. Let the panic attack begin. It didn't help that my cell phone was also inexplicably not working and I couldn't get in touch with the interviewer. So picture me driving around lost and totally freaking out.
Finally, I did get in touch with him, explained my situation and he gave me directions to get there. I eventually made it, but let's just say I was extremely late. He was very cool about it and told me not to worry. But still - it's hard to talk about your great listening skills and proven competence when you can't even navigate a largish metropolitan area.
At any rate - once I got there, it went great. Really, really well. There's actually a panel who makes the final decision, but the interviewer said I should have a really good shot. He also promised to make no mention of my general lack of navigational skills.
So who knows.
I'll find out sometime around Halloween. Trick or Treat.
posted by Legal Quandary at
13:46
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