The Interview

I had my 2nd interview at Big Brothers/Sisters. I really don't want the job, but I'm scratching to get out of foster care, so i'll do about anything...or so i thought. The position at BBBS, is basically a telephone position. I would have to sit in a grey cubicle all day and call the mentors and the families to see how everything is going. BORING. it's not a media job, i so don't want it. but it's also not social work. so i want it. sorta. I was surprised that they called me for a second interview. After waiting twenty minutes, this middle aged, black woman appeared. I got a shitty vibe from her as soon as I saw her. She looked me up and down and did not look interested and she was SUPER GHETTO, yawning and rubbing her face and eyes during the interview. I guess she was not impressed. At my first interview, they asked questions like, what's your weakness. Now, I couldn't say "being late, sleeping at my desk, singing U2 songs in a high pitched voice, and just overall not being interested." So, in a very sincere voice, I said that I have trouble forgiving people that disappoint me. Especially when I enlisted help with a special project, say a PowerPoint presentation. (Wasn't that a good answer -- putting that theatre degree to use!) Now keep in mind I never volunteer to work on anything special, being at work is work enough, and the only thing that I know about PowerPoint is to press 'Esc' once your finished laughing at people's ghetto wedding/prom pictures. I guess that comment was included in my "interview file," cause this yawning heifer so nuf asked me about my made up weakness.

yawning and rubbing eyes Lady: So you hold a grudge? Every time you look at me, you will think, that's the woman that made me wait twenty minutes? yawn

hands folded, slit smile Me: No, this is business. This is a place of business, I would not hold that against you, however I will remember that you asked me that question.

playing with hair Lady: Ha. Ha. That's a good answer.

Bitch.

But for all her unprofessionalism, I will say she made a stunning statement that woke me up.

looking out the window Lady: Why do you jump around from job to job? looking me dead in the eye How come you have not been able to find something and stick with it? I mean what's the point of working one year here and one year there?

slightly stuttering Me: Umm, this job, umm, although not straight social services, is still serving the community in a critical way. silence. waiting for her the say something, or at least look out the window. her eyes are on me. And I think that communicating with all parties involved is a really good idea to keep the flow of communication going.

Huh?

After my bumbling mess, I kinda of stop listening to her. I was stuck on her statement. Why have I spent my 20s jumping from one unsatisfying job to another? Easy money. I can do my job with my eyes closed (often do) but the aggravation just isn't worth it anymore. Now I wish I can bravely declare "So I'm quitting my job!" But I can't. I need the money. And health benefits. I would love to devote all my time working on films and television shows building up my resume, but I can't. I can't afford to do that. But I can look for and apply to entry level television jobs. So that is what I decided to do. Don't get me wrong, I am still looking for a job to rescue me from social work, but I am going to break the cycle of working for third rate social service agencies. I've had it. So I've made a decision. I'm going to withdraw my application at BBBS. Drowsy and itchy eyes is right, what's the point?