blkdragon

grounded
2009-06-22 15:49:21 (UTC)

Can't find my socks

6/19/09–?I had an open interview session with the Center for
Disabilities, between 1-3, I got there shortly after 2;
there were a few people in attendance and attending. I’d
spend a good deal of time trying to find where I’d stored my
dress socks, I’d ironed my pants and shirt, both shades of
green; brushed the dust from my sandle-top shoes. I even got
a double take from a woman getting into her car, as I got
into mine, she must like green! I was handed a packet that
wasn’t featured in the online application, I filled it out
and returned it to wait for my name to be called, I tried to
occupy my time with my writings; I was trying to fit a new
descriptive paragraph into a story. There was a young woman
sitting next to me, I’d notice she seemed to be intently
reading over my shoulder, that bothered me; I even turned to
look at her and she didn’t bother to stop watching intently.
I put the writing away, pulled out a book of old notes
relative to the story, refreshing my view; she was still
staring over my shoulder and I decided to put that away as
well, I couldn’t concentrate on what I was trying to do with
her watching! My name was called, I went to meet my
interviewer, his first question was why was I applying for
the position; I had a need to give and wanted my job to mean
more than a paycheck. I’d find myself answering all of the
questions he meant to ask during our casual conversation,
this didn’t seem like an interview at all, he would ask my
strengths and weaknesses; patience and the ability to
listen, he was pleased with all of my answers. The
interviewer would speak to me as though I were already
hired, telling me that they’d probably put me in a place
close to where I’m living, that they had assisted living
residences throughout the state, I thanked him for his time
and reminded him that I’d put the appropriate information in
an email to him as soon as I got home.




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