Interview Number One

Good afternoon all. I figured, when one must suffer, it is best to suffer with friends. It is supposed to relieve it somewhat. But first, the embarrassing story that leads up to my current situation.

Today was my first interview in Provo. With the Buckle clothes store. I was pretty excited. I had looked up the FAQs on their company and found they paid 80% Medical and Dental, covered prescriptions, paid holidays, Maternity Leave, etc. Dream come true, right? So I spent longer than usual dolling myself up. Straightening my hair by layers, meticulously going over every eyelash with mascara. I was over anxious and showed up at the mall by 1:20... my interview was at 2. Jameson said I could go in a quarter til, but no earlier! So I wandered... looked at books, hand lotion, but kept the store in my sights. FINALLY! I could go in. I was very smiley and kind. But still got the stink eye from the woman helping me. She became much more cheerful when she came to find me and told me that my application wasn't on file. I very kindly told her that I was. She made a call and turns out, I was wrong. I had applied to the Buckle in Provo Town Centre, not University Mall. *aghast*

Tail between my legs, makeup melting in the heat and sweat marks beginning to form under my arms, I drove back to Jameson to wait for my newly moved appointment at 3. He was kind and made me laugh. Nice guy that Jameson. Fabulous husband and comforter. He drove me to the real Buckle and gave me a good luck kiss at the door--unwillingly taking some red lipstick with him. Brittany was nice! Very sweet, very direction and very professional. She kindly took me outside and ran down her expectations but all the while getting to know me. We had a great talk. I even made her laugh a couple times.

Then we got down to brass tacks. She enjoyed the interview, thinks I am a wonderful person. But things as they are, they cannot give me the time off for Jameson's little sister, Jessica's wedding. They could muster a few days (like... 2) but that is all. She SEEMED reluctant to let me go. She kept looking at me, my application and making pained noises. Whether that is practiced or genuine, I may never know. But she gave me her card, wrote down to call her in January and after we come back from the wedding, she wants to talk. She even said she'd keep the application on her desk. So whether I am in or not, I wouldn't be in until January.

The job hunt continues. The mascara is cried off (I dont take rejection well). Jameson has dedicated his person to cuddles and shoulder to crying. And many a bad guy has died on Bond. But, life as we know it is good. The world is turning. The love is never-ending. And the experiences are mounting.

We're loving the weather, being by family and having a great day and hope you are enjoying life too. So let the good times roll!