Got Through Another Day

I took a little breather from the confusion yesterday; still unbelievably tired, but had to go to a job interview and wow the interviewers.  As I walked into the interview, I heard my brother's eulogy, in particular, be a Fuzzy. We went through the usual rigamarole, going through my resume, asking about my experience, who I knew in the industry, why they should hire me.  It wasn't bad at all.  I answered honestly and thought that was the best way to approach it.  Some of the questions caught me off guard, like "What was your most difficult experience with a project and how did you overcome it?"  My initial thought was:  "It's just a job, how difficult can any of it be?  I mean, I don't save people's lives or anything, I just help to get cell towers leased and built."  Then I answered the question:  "Have had to dealt with some seriously clueless people in the D.C. government offices on several occasions and I overcame it by trying to negotiate my way through the clueless and find the person who had a clue and speak with them kindly and intelligently."  It's easy.

After the work questions, another guy, working as a recruiter asked me personal questions to get to know my personality.  Here were some of them, and my answers:

"What did you do before coming to this interview?"

"I chased my four month old doberman through the house in high heels so that I could get him into the mudroom to stay while I was gone."

"Would you choose more money or more vacation?"

"Vacation."

"What are you most proud of, other than work accomplishments?"

"My kids - they're smart, funny and kind.  All me."

"What is the greatest personality attribute any one person can have on a job?"

"Humility.  It's how you learn and pride only gets in the way."

"What is your motto when it comes to work?"

And here we go, Fuzzy all the way:  "If someone gives you a job to do, always do more than what is expected."

"Why should we give you this job?"

"Because I'm good at what I do; because you called me based on a recommendation from someone else; and because if you ask anyone in the small telecommunications community, all good things will be said."

There is a difference between truth and humility.  I don't think I came off as pompous, just confident.

After the interview, I cleaned the house, played with the dogs, called my mother, ordered Chinese with a friend and watched a movie.

And I realized that life, although spinning wildly and out of whack, is still spinning with me on it.  And I also realized that life is not fair, that there is no rhyme or reason of which I have the capacity to be aware, and that if I think I've had my share of bad breaks and expect to finally meet something good because of it, I am sadly mistaken.  Again, no illusions allowed here.  Today, I can handle this truth.