So I never actually had Interview Number Two on Monday. Since last weekend I’ve been feeling, well, generally bummed out. I was never really sure about this job because I’ve had an administrative assistant position before. I worked quickly and efficiently, making their lives a little easier, and worked myself right out of a job. So to me, admin assistant = job insecurity.
So I woke up Monday (a little late) and I forced myself to get ready. Despite being bummed out and despite being scared to have a secretary job. I kept telling myself that even if I didn’t want this position, they might remember me for future ones. I bandaged my feet because the dress shoes I don’t wear very often hurt my feet last week at the other interview.. So I was kinda limping. And I was still getting ready ten full minutes after I should have left the apartment to walk seven or eight blocks to the interview. I despise being late.
I get into the elevator, press the button, and nothing. You may all remember the last time I posted about the elevator and it’s mind games, so I waited in the elevator, thinking after a few times of the door opening and closing it would eventually descend. Well, it didn’t. After a minute or so the door just opened and stayed open. It wasn’t going anywhere. I started crying in the elevator and walked back to my apartment.
Tim took one look at me and helpfully said, “I’m glad I’m not a girl.”