So, when I take the time to wash it, blow it dry and roll it up in hot curlers, you know something important is going down in the Texas Word Tangle household. Add in a tiny bit of make-up, tasteful jewelry and my nicer (non-frumpy mom clothes) outfit and the fact that I shaved everything I could think of, something BIG was definitely going down.
I had a job interview.
Now, it really doesn't matter who this interview was with. It could have been a big hotel chain, a bookstore, or a clothing store. All that matters is that is was somewhere I have had no experience working. In fact, I have had no retail experience period. So that just makes me a tad undesirable. But, I put my best smile on, but wished I had my kick-ass tough cowboy boots on because then I feel invincible,
and I pulled up my big girl panties and turned off my cell phone (I thought) and strode right in.
The office was intimidatingly nice.
Me: Hi! I'm here to see Dick Jones for the 2pm interview.
Girl at the desk: Um...do you mean Rick Jones?
Me: (crap) Oh, yes, I'm sorry, Rick Jones. Thank you for setting me straight, I must have written it down wrong. (Whew, glad I found out before I met him!)
Girl at desk: (looks behind me) Mr. Jones, your interview is here.
Me: (crap, he's right behind me, no chance he didn't hear that!)
And I turn around to find a man in a suit, with no smile on his face. Beads of sweat broke out immediately on my forehead, and I felt my gut cramping up.
Not the best way to start an interview.
47 comments:
CRAP!
Love your boots!!
- Jennifer
Yikes! :[
Seriously... you are going to leave us HANGING? Do tell...
oh that is SO something I would do!
waiting anxiously for part 2 :o)
Oh, you'll be fine. And if not, screw him!
ahahah. you said Dick.
:)
Now why you wanna do that to us?
I feel your pain, been there done that, but luvin' my new job :D
Hi Rhea - thanks for stopping by. Blogger is acting weird and I just lost a bunch of comments, but I know you left a few. Crissy and G-man are doing ok - he is getting an I.V. to take home - not sure when he's going home.
Looking forward to hearing the rest of the job interview. :-)
Erin
I'm on the edge of my seat awaiting the rest of the interview. Don't tell me. It's one of those dramatic plot reversals--you're now in charge of 25 stores. He always wanted to be recognized for the dick he really is.
Don't worry about it. Guy's named Rick are too used to being called "Dick" and "Rich" to worry about it.
But what's the deal with women and hair? Women with curly hair want it straight. Women with straight hair want it curly. Men just want to have hair. Period.
Hey, my dad's name was Dick Jones. Seriously! Later when he had a midlife crisis, he started going by Richard. And got a tattoo. :)
Can't wait to hear how it all turns out.
'Dick' and 'Jones' would be hard to have as a name, lol. Even last name/first name it's bad.
Hope you aced the interview anyway!
If your going to blow it, do it is style! Can't wait to hear what else happened.
You did this to drive me crazy, right? You sat down at your computer and thought - how can I write a post that will make Kat miserable. Make her jumpy. And hit refresh thirty thousand times. I know you did. And it's just wrong. I know what you want. You want me to ask what happened. Don't you? Don't you? Well...you're right. What happened next you big meanie?
Oh Rhea, I am sorry. That sucks.
Oh, no....the slip-up!
You are mean like that...you are going to leave us hanging, aren't you?
I was going to write exactly what Krystyn wrote. I am not sure I can wait for part 2.
you can't leave us hanging like that! What the hell is wrong with you woman????????
Justine :o )
LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....
Dick...I mean, Rick!!
Some Ricks go by Dick so you weren't that far off. Those are definitely some kick-ass cowboy boots. They look superhero-ish. Hope you get the job with Dick...I mean Rick.
Ruh Ro, Rhea! (that's my Scooby-Doo impression, btw)
My hair is just like yours. I use Frizz Ease products and they work fabulously. Give them a try. Your experience may be similar:-)
Love the boots. Every time I come across a miserable person all I can think of is how glad I am that they aren't related to me and I have the choice to walk away. I hope Dick/Rick Jones turns out to be a nice guy having a hard day.
Oh Rhea!!
BTW I get through FrizzEaze by the bucket, bottles everywhere I ever go! I think you can tell we share hair from our piccies.
So anyway...did it get better?
Well if Ol' Ricky boy held the fact you got his name wrong before you even met him against you, he should be called Dick!
I can't wait to hear the rest of it!!
It kinda sounds like Rick shoulda been named Dick. Maybe you're telepathic. Awesome picture of your kick ass boots, btw!
How did the rest of the interview go? (after the stomach cramps and sweat episode subsided of course, lol!)
Oh please, oh please tell us more tomorrow!! What happened???
Was this meant to be a teaser? Because I'm so wanting more of this story. And, guaranteed, he's been called Dick many times before. :)
Oh that's horrible. But makes for a very funny tale.
Oh fru fru on him if he can't take a joke or mistake. Did ya ever apply for the dispatching position. We could have used you the other night when Ike came through. We had calls on top of calls for hours and the were told we were rude.. Ya think!
Oh no......he didn't have a sense of humor? Ughhhh. Well, no sense in working for someone without a sense of humor. Just makes work a drag.
I am certain this won't be your last interview. Many more will come your way.
I was thinking, I have a friend who writes for our local paper. You would be great at that type of thing. I love to read what you write. You ever considered it?
UH -- you can't leave us hanging like that? How did it go?
Now that is funny! Can't wait to hear how it went.
Aww come on, like nobody has ever called him DICK before?!?! LOL
I'm sure you did fine;)
Oh Crap is right! Too funny!!!
Rick? Dick? What's the difference, right? Ya know, I could totally imagine this scenary in my head for some reason and how funny it must of been looking back at it. I can not wait for part 2!!! God, I love some Rhea!
A long time ago I had a boss named "Dick." When I quit, I got to say, loudly and with an audience: Dick, you're a dick!
I hope you don't have to say that and that it all works out, but if you do, it sure will be fun.
::Gulp::
Better you than me, girl!
::Gulp::
Better you than me, girl!
oops!
You have naturally curly hair? Like Katrina?
I hate both of you.
Oh, wow...those boots are a very redeeming quality. I love you once again.
Dick, Rick, whatever... atleast you had your boots on. Hmmm... I don't think we're allowed to wear cowboy anything for a job interview in Jersey. Hmm... we can go slathered in hoagie oil though. ;)
Oh dear!
You need to go for an interview where you can wear those boots. they so say 'I'm a girl, that's not afraid to be out there!!' :-)
OOooh yikes, not good!!! I never minded interviews too much because I always told myself I was interviewing them as well. But it's starting an actual job that makes me break out into the cold sweats!!!!
Rut rogh. Careful...ya know Jen Lancaster lost several positions due to her blog! But then, her blog also got her a book deal...LOL.
Oh my, not a great start, but I bet you pull it out! I'm off to read more.
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