Complete Insanity
Well, folks, I have lost any semblance of sanity that I may have ever had. I'm going on a job interview today. Wilkes Community College.
After some effort I finally spoke to a real person in the Human Resources Department there who referred me to their Web site for details on their job openings for a librarian, history instructor and human services technology instructor. I assured her that I was quite confident that I could fake the first two but that last one -- whatever it might be -- was probably out of my element. Then I explained that I am recently retired and would be more interested in something part-time involving mathematics, the physical science or barbecue. Seems that there might be more opportunities along these lines and that's why I have a job interview this afternoon at 1:30.
Sure am glad that I washed my good pair of jeans in the laundry this week. First impressions are everything, you know. I want to come across as sincere but laid back. So now the question on the table is whether I should iron the jeans or not. Then there is the issue of the shirt: knit, cotton or none at all. Same thing with shoes and socks. I will, of course, wear clean underwear. You just cannot be too careful about dress, you know.
I filled out the application form this morning. The disabilities section was most troubling. I could report that I had none or prefered not to report any with the same check box. Neither hemisphere of my brain could handle that one. Under "deaf or severly hearing impaired" I wondered if selective hearing is an impairment or an asset. Then there was the "mentally restored" category that sounds like a Catch 22 kind of thing to me. I left it unchecked, meaning, of course, that I'm not. If I checked it, I suppose that would mean that I had been mentally unrestored (nuts?) at some time in the past. Most troubling, this question.
And, finally, I am still trying to determine if being hard headed falls under "learning disability". If so, I'm DOA.
Other sections had questions that were difficult to answer also. Business phone. Retired people don't have a business phone. "Are you related by blood or marriage to any person now working for the State?" Well, technically speaking, I'm sure some Lineback/Leinbach/Leinbaugh cousin thirty times removed might be, but who knows? Under education they want to know how many semester or quarter hours I completed for each degree. I thought I was doing pretty well to remember the degrees, institutions and years.
Seems that the only recognized skill I have is "driver's license." Barbecue, to my great surprise, wasn't on the list.
Later, dudes. Time to shave my three-day beard.
After some effort I finally spoke to a real person in the Human Resources Department there who referred me to their Web site for details on their job openings for a librarian, history instructor and human services technology instructor. I assured her that I was quite confident that I could fake the first two but that last one -- whatever it might be -- was probably out of my element. Then I explained that I am recently retired and would be more interested in something part-time involving mathematics, the physical science or barbecue. Seems that there might be more opportunities along these lines and that's why I have a job interview this afternoon at 1:30.
Sure am glad that I washed my good pair of jeans in the laundry this week. First impressions are everything, you know. I want to come across as sincere but laid back. So now the question on the table is whether I should iron the jeans or not. Then there is the issue of the shirt: knit, cotton or none at all. Same thing with shoes and socks. I will, of course, wear clean underwear. You just cannot be too careful about dress, you know.
I filled out the application form this morning. The disabilities section was most troubling. I could report that I had none or prefered not to report any with the same check box. Neither hemisphere of my brain could handle that one. Under "deaf or severly hearing impaired" I wondered if selective hearing is an impairment or an asset. Then there was the "mentally restored" category that sounds like a Catch 22 kind of thing to me. I left it unchecked, meaning, of course, that I'm not. If I checked it, I suppose that would mean that I had been mentally unrestored (nuts?) at some time in the past. Most troubling, this question.
And, finally, I am still trying to determine if being hard headed falls under "learning disability". If so, I'm DOA.
Other sections had questions that were difficult to answer also. Business phone. Retired people don't have a business phone. "Are you related by blood or marriage to any person now working for the State?" Well, technically speaking, I'm sure some Lineback/Leinbach/Leinbaugh cousin thirty times removed might be, but who knows? Under education they want to know how many semester or quarter hours I completed for each degree. I thought I was doing pretty well to remember the degrees, institutions and years.
Seems that the only recognized skill I have is "driver's license." Barbecue, to my great surprise, wasn't on the list.
Later, dudes. Time to shave my three-day beard.
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