2004-03-15 | 2:29 p.m.
I don't know the answer to that question

I have a job interview tomorrow afternoon. Can you believe it? I can't.

It is incredible how dorky I am. But please know that I am a very old person who has had very few interviews. My last interview was six years ago, and it was to get a job filing. I have to think the interview for that job was probably easier than this interview. In the six years since that day, I went from assisting to writing to editing and all sorts of things inbetween. I interviewed for a part-time entry position with hourly pay. Now I'm interviewing for a mid-level editor position with a salary.

Sure, I've had mid-level positions, I've been salaried and I've been editing for a while now, but I've never really interviewed for any of those things. I've just kind of fallen into better jobs. I got (very quickly and very luckily) promoted from filing to writing, I was fortunate enough to have a one-night special editorial support project turn into a four-year gig (that's kept me afloat in the two years since I was laid off from the real job).

I've been a very lucky girl when it comes to employment. Now it's not about luck, it's about me. And I don't know if I'm good enough. And I know for sure that I have a ridiculously minimal amount of interview experience for someone of my age and at my employment level. I'm pretty personable and often quick on my feet, yes. But I have no idea what they are going to ask me and I feel like I am supposed to know, you know? When I read these "Preparing for your interview" articles on websites, the questions they assure you everyone asks are so ridiculous. I really just can't even believe it.

Well, at least I have no bad, "Why did you leave your last place" stories. I mean, if you left over drama, that's got to be pretty rough to explain during an interview. Look at me, looking at the bright side. What a gal.

Saturday, I went out for 10 minutes and 5 minutes in, the old guy came in. Ugh. He was being creepy. Why do people be creepy? I hate it. So yes, he was being creepy, and I was like, "Uh. No." And then, instead of realizing that I was like, "Uh. No." because he was being creepy, he must have thought it was because I was mad that he didn't call me (!!!) so he came over to explain not calling me. And it was so awful. And I was with Dollie and she was like, "Uhhh. I'm going to pretend to be dead so as to not make this even more awful." Which was the only way to go. But even with that, I didn't feel like it was OK to say to him, "I really don't want to you to ever talk to me. Way to become creepy. Thanks." in front of my friend. So I didn't And even though we ran out without saying goodbye, I think he might call. I will have to deal with this on the phone. I think it is the best way. And you know when I, of debilitating phone phobia, think the phone is the best way, it is a weird and bad situation. I hate.

Speaking of hate, I just hate going to that place anyway, I think. I was happy with it for one day last week, but I think I already got over that. Everyone I know is too busy being in love to come out anyway, and even the fun people are too busy playing pool to even be fun. So I give it a thumbs down. I need to go places with dancing anyway. And I will. But I will never get in love at those places (well, not a good love, at least) because all the good boys are gay. Oh well.

And when we talk of love, we can't help but talk of Oliver Reed, right? Right. Tonight I go see "I'll Never Forget What's 'Is Name" (eeeee! I even have that lobby card!) at the Film Forum. Oh. OR is such a crazy hot ticket in that movie. It is to cry. I might die. Oh oh. Also, oh.

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