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10:17 a.m. - Thursday, May. 20, 2004 Ok, I'll bite...I went on the interview this morning and between being squished by kids in the hallway jamming into the small office and having my heart torn out and examined, I don't think they'll be calling me back for a second interview. You know when you are sitting there and get this gut feeling that they're just entertaining themselves by questioning you with umpteen things that a) are virtually impossible w/ my experience and b) make me uncomfortable. Case in point: How are your writing skills? Fine, I'm an editor for a doctoral candidate, and my college professors have all given me A's (except this French Revolution cow, I got an A and a B+) How are your oral skills? Um, I'm talking to you right this moment, can't you tell? What would you do if... Or, when I asked them if they would like to view my portfolio, I get asked: Do you have a disposable copy? Oh, gee... left that in my other briefcase. (Had I known... and I will be making copies for the future.) I just feel worn down and sick of interviewing. Mebbe Walmart isn't such a bad idea after all...
Thanks DS... Beatcha @8.4... *muhahahahaha*
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