So after a disastrous job move last spring (which has resulted in this looooong period of non-working-no-money suckage) and a questionable job change the year before, I’ve decided to be very picky about where I apply to. I’m looking for something local, or reasonably local, something that pays a decent wage (I’m amazed at how little I can live on now) and something that is fairly interesting. Sure there are boring parts to any job and I understand that, but I would like something that makes me reasonably interested in getting out of bed in the morning and not wanting to call in sick every day. Oh, nice co-workers would be a nice bonus too. Not too much to ask for I don’t think.
Well, last week I applied for a job, that appeared to be in my field. It was advertised on my grad school’s job board and the job description was all about what I do. The downside was that it was a little further than I wanted to travel BUT, a change in the Hubs’ work means that if this job worked out, we could commute part of the way together before I got on the commuter train and that would save us both time and me money. Plus it would be nice to start my day off with the Hubs.
A few hours after I applied I got a call from the contact. Cool. She spoke about the job, which turned out to be
nothing like very different from the posted ad. Well, um ok, but we both had concerns about the location of the job and apparently it was not a job that could be done from home. Well, actually it is, but their office doesn’t work that way. But whatever.
It still sounded kind of interesting and she told me she’d call back at the end of the month (when the job closed) for an interview. Perfect. Time for me to scrounge up an outfit and prepare to impress the interviewing panel. Except that two days later she called and said they were interviewing that Saturday and could I come in?
Well, the Hubs and I had made plans to go into The Big City on Saturday to see an exhibit but due to the timing of this interview, we’d either have to go very early (yuck), go late and have hardly any time to see it (yuck) or me not go at all. Which is what happened.
Anyway. We went in separately, I had my interview and Hubs saw the show. All good. Except it wasn’t. The interview went well. If you consider the vague, non-committal answers to my questions going well. If you consider the crappy salary, too long hours and cramped office space going well. If you consider the fact that I caught the interviewer in an outright lie going well. Oh, and that job ad. Let’s just say that whoever wrote it isn’t living in this reality. It’s a job ad for a job that doesn’t exist.
She told me they wanted to do one more round of interviews this week and that I “have legs”, which I take to mean they are interested in me. While I’d like to go back to work sooner rather than later, I am not interested in them. Remember what I said about being picky about where I apply to? Well that goes for what job I accept. If they make a request for a second interview I will be turning it down. I left the frying pan for the fire. I’m not going from the fire into the furnace.