Get Me, I'm a Godsend

Yesterday at Unnamed Co., I was interviewing a would-be junior me. The young woman in question seemed enthusiastic and smart and ballsy in a New York kind of way. (Resume indicated a stint as a lifeguard on Jones Beach, which conjures up in my mind a kind of toughness I will never know.)

Boy Wonder had interviewed her first. Unnamed Co. does this, sending you through a gauntlet of interviews the first time around. If you pass muster, you get to interview with True Boss who essentially presses his imprimatur into your forehead and there you go.

This was my first 'real' interview. I had interviewed a couple of people at Mighty Citadel but I was so rushed and focused that I narrowed down my questions specifically to software usage. And I knew I didn't have to live with the results, but my reputation would have suffered if I had really screwed up.

I probably wandered all over the place. I went from the traditional interview to the 'situational' interview to a profiling kind of interview. Once or twice, I could see her brassy New York confidence shaken a bit. It wasn't intentional.

I told her a bit about Unnamed Co. and the team. I said that Boy Wonder was amazing, that I liked working with him and learned something from him every day. Which is true. He's young enough to be my son, but his savvy in the business world takes my breath away.

She laughed and said, "He just said the same thing about you. He said you were a godsend."

Jeez, that's nice, I thought. And then we talked about what she liked to read. Stephen King and Anne Rule. Eerily close to my guilty pleasures. But not enough to hire her on. Time will tell.

In the meantime... get me. I'm a godsend.

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In other news - still going round and round in the car circle game. Weasel Boy car salesman wants me to bring in the Faithful Camry for vetting. I am seriously close to just getting FC worked on and limping through another year. The idea of taking on that much new debt scares the heck outta me. Even if I am a godsend.