The Interview – 11 am today
I hate phone interviews. Well, interviews at all …. I’ve been so freeking fortunate over my life not to have to interview very often for jobs. And at this age? It’s not any easier.
I especially dread answering the “on the spot” questions – “So tell me about a situation where you had a client that had a bad experience and you had to resolve it – how did you handle it?” One of half a dozen similar questions. The problem is that in working in the same industry for 40 years, you just DO these things – it is automatic. Problems happen – you deal with them so as to make your client happy without giving away the store.
I sounded nervous to me. I’m sure I sounded nervous to her. And you can’t simply say, LOOK, I know I can do this damn job – blindfolded. Wouldn’t that be nice?
I was told I would hear something probably by Wednesday – but lo and behold, 12:30 – an hour after the phone call I received an email that the property general manager and area director of sales want to meet with me Thursday at 3 pm …. big sigh. Yay!
Son had an appointment with his probation person this morning – his second monthly visit since being assigned from North Carolina to California and getting into the system. The visits are supposed to be monthly at this time, but she feels he is doing well, being compliant, and meeting all the terms of his probation, so doesn’t need to see him again for two months – that’s good. I hope it made him feel a little better about himself.
I so worry about him – he is experiencing another episode of mania – manifesting itself in serious insomnia. Tired body but the brain has no intention of sleeping. His med Dr. is trying to find a cocktail of meds to balance him out a bit more – it’s a struggle. But I’ve heard that before – from other people. Damn anxiety and bi-polar disorders. I understand it’s not just because he wants to stay awake all night – or that as he recently told me he can’t go to sleep without the light on – as hard as it is I try to accept it and help him best I can – making sure he wakes up when he finally goes to sleep in the early morning hours so that he makes it to WORK and his wellness classes on time. Hubby gets upset that I wake him up (he’s a “big boy”, he should be able to get himself up – quit enabling him) … I don’t think I’m out of line.
So what started as a stressful day has, half way through, turned into a not so stressful day so far. I guess it’s having faith …
Namaste, my friends – and don’t give up the faith.