Two tents end along paws

I just had my first interview in over 5 years this afternoon. Now I remember why I took a Xanax right before my interview for my job that recently ended. 'Tense and babbles incoherently, except during long pauses that occur in the middle of run-on sentences.' I'm sure that's what she wrote down in her notes.

I sat stiffly on the edge of the chair, partly because every time I moved, the chair responded with a symphony of loud, sqeaky protests. The overdose of caffiene I had today in order to remain altert while doing data entry didn't help either. And did I mention the long, silent pauses? Yes, in the middle of answering a question my brain would "lock up" worse than a computer running Windows ME. When that happened I just stopped talking. And what's up with having to complete a "job application" after submitting a resume? How redundant is that? The only new information they gained was a list of my references. Ooh. Gotta have a form for that!

If offered the job (unlikely) would I take it? Probably not. It sounds like a very good job and something I could easily do given my experience and skills. The pay scale ranged from below what I made to slightly above. Chances are I would be offered less than what I was making at my former job. I want more. Not just more money but more of a challenge. I want to learn something new and become good at it. I want out of social services.

I have a newfound respect for people who make a living doing straight data entry and nothing else. Today I woke up with gunk in my left eye. I think maybe it's from eye strain and the cat hair (see previous post). If I had to do data entry full time for a living I'd go insane. It's so mindless. AGH!!!! I would only do it for this particular place because they were so good to me when the funding was cut for my job and because they're my friends.