“Lucy, someone’s hitting on your mom again!” –The Karaoke DJ
That pretty much sums up my past few evenings. I went out with my mom and her crazy meetup group on Monday and then somehow got roped into spending Tuesday out with them too. Oh, who am I kidding, they’re a crazy fun bunch of people. And while some of the people were more than a little shady, I came away with more stories that usual. Old people are silly.
Most of the people in her group are single and in their 40s-50s and Frog Prince and I call them the freshmen. They act just like teenagers: Running around taking pictures, drinking too much, flirting like crazy, and singing “I Will Survive” in giggly groups. And my mom is like their homecoming queen.
Within minutes of my arrival she had introduced me to 50 people and was running around with a cosmo in hand greeting everyone that walked into the bar. By the end of the night she knew every bartender and waiter in the place, and they definitely knew her.
“Lucy, your mom is adorably obnoxious,” the restaurant owner told me as my mom shoved him up onto the karaoke stage.
I still can't get past how happy she seems and how outgoing she is. Years ago, my mom would not have been out on a Monday night. Or any night for that matter. She was overweight, depressed, really self-conscious and shy. I’m so proud of my hot, happy mama now. I know she gets lonely sometimes, but seeing her out was great. And she was certainly the belle of the ball.
Frog Prince and I left around 10 with promises to return again the following night. Which we did and which I will tell you all about later. Let me just say, even though my mom is going out again tonight I need to recoup. I can’t keep up with those wild women!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
I'm not that desperate
In an attempt to change careers, I’ve been applying to jobs left and right. I had my first job interview last week and it was the oddest interview I have ever had.
I’ve had quite a few jobs and I think I’m pretty good at the interview process, but this was the strangest experience. The more I thought about it afterward, the more I thought to myself “There is no way I can work for these people.”
It started off fine. It was a human resources representative and the woman I’ll be working for. He was doofy, she was old, they were both crazy.
They asked me the same questions twenty times, twenty different ways.
“What financial procedures are you currently responsible for?”
Well, I process payroll for the department, process all invoices, deposit any cash and checks, and do departmental transfers when necessary.
“What financial systems do you currently use at your job?”
We mostly use Oracle.
“Are you familiar with Oracle?”
Umm, yes. I use it to process payroll, invoices, and deposits.
“What do you use Oracle for?”
Umm… payroll, invoices and deposits mostly.
“Do you have anything to do with payroll?”
Wait, really?
This happened multiple times. She had prepared all of her questions in advance, but then couldn’t veer away from the straight line of questioning after I had already answered one.
Then she kept badgering me about questions. I would answer something and then she would either try to trip me up or just keep playing “bad cop” to make me flustered.
“Do you know what our office does?”
Yes, I think I have a pretty good idea.
“Who told you??”
Excuse me?
“Who told you what our office does?” (Not 'please explain what you think our office does,' but 'who told you?' As if it were some top secret project.)
Well, I did research before I applied….
“Oh. Very well then.”
Okay…
She then asked about my abilities in Excel.
I’d say I’m very proficient in Excel. I’ve taken multiple courses and use it often in my job to keep track of finances. I’ve created several worksheets to track our orders and finances and then provide totals and quarterly statements.
“And you created these?”
Yes.
“You, yourself?”
Yes.
“Say it.”
What?
“Say ‘I created these documents.”
Umm…I created them…
“Okay then.”
The weird thing is I think she liked me. I think that if I wanted the job, I could probably take it. But I ran out of there as fast as my heels would allow me.
I mean, yeah I’m miserable in my job. But the devil you know is sometimes better than the one you don’t.
I’ve had quite a few jobs and I think I’m pretty good at the interview process, but this was the strangest experience. The more I thought about it afterward, the more I thought to myself “There is no way I can work for these people.”
It started off fine. It was a human resources representative and the woman I’ll be working for. He was doofy, she was old, they were both crazy.
They asked me the same questions twenty times, twenty different ways.
“What financial procedures are you currently responsible for?”
Well, I process payroll for the department, process all invoices, deposit any cash and checks, and do departmental transfers when necessary.
“What financial systems do you currently use at your job?”
We mostly use Oracle.
“Are you familiar with Oracle?”
Umm, yes. I use it to process payroll, invoices, and deposits.
“What do you use Oracle for?”
Umm… payroll, invoices and deposits mostly.
“Do you have anything to do with payroll?”
Wait, really?
This happened multiple times. She had prepared all of her questions in advance, but then couldn’t veer away from the straight line of questioning after I had already answered one.
Then she kept badgering me about questions. I would answer something and then she would either try to trip me up or just keep playing “bad cop” to make me flustered.
“Do you know what our office does?”
Yes, I think I have a pretty good idea.
“Who told you??”
Excuse me?
“Who told you what our office does?” (Not 'please explain what you think our office does,' but 'who told you?' As if it were some top secret project.)
Well, I did research before I applied….
“Oh. Very well then.”
Okay…
She then asked about my abilities in Excel.
I’d say I’m very proficient in Excel. I’ve taken multiple courses and use it often in my job to keep track of finances. I’ve created several worksheets to track our orders and finances and then provide totals and quarterly statements.
“And you created these?”
Yes.
“You, yourself?”
Yes.
“Say it.”
What?
“Say ‘I created these documents.”
Umm…I created them…
“Okay then.”
The weird thing is I think she liked me. I think that if I wanted the job, I could probably take it. But I ran out of there as fast as my heels would allow me.
I mean, yeah I’m miserable in my job. But the devil you know is sometimes better than the one you don’t.
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