Worst Interview Ever, Part Deux
My boss told me on Tuesday that they called her for a reference. When she first told me, I thought she was talking about the other interview I went on (for the manager position at my old job), and wasn't too surprised. They loved me there. Well, sort of. At least they didn't fire me, and that's a step in the right direction.
When she elaborated that it was Marysville, I nearly fell off my chair. I told her that they must have been on drugs. Hell, even I wouldn't hire me after that disastrous interview, and I know how brilliant I am.
They haven't offered the position (I'm still not expecting them to), but it's puzzling. No one at the State does extra work if they can avoid it, and they usually don't call for references unless they're seriously considering appointing that person. The only reasonable explanation is that they may have realized that I truly wasn't at my best that day, and looked at my list of references (which is pretty impressive), and decided to give me the benefit of the doubt.
If they offer me the position, I'll take it. Not because I think I'll enjoy the job (one look at the duty statement assured me I wouldn't), but because it's about 30 miles closer to my house than my current job. Also, there's a chance I may be able to earn actual overtime there. And more money is always good.
Edited to add: I GOT THE JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I totally owe Limpy $10.00. Hopefully, I'll be happy there. If not, it's probably easier to transfer within the agency once I'm there, rather than trying to get in from the outside. I've been trying to get a job in that place for the last three freaking years!
Go me! Go me! Go me! It's almost my birthday! It's almost my birthday!