Dreadful Nonsense

Day Four of Sharon Does Dole. Job interview this morning was a very scary experience, as it turned out. As I walked past the building, I looked surreptitiously in through the windows and suddenly realised that I didn't want to be a secretary and didn't want to work in an office, and wanted a job that involved petting puppies and eating chocolate all day (if there's an opening, please email me immediately).

However, I faced my demons and went in to the job interview which – although I’m a crap judge of these kind of things – seemed to go quite well. At least, she asked me questions and I talked extensively, so inside all the utter nonsense I was spouting, some of it must have been relevant. She didn’t fall asleep, or run screaming from the room, so it must have been okay. I should hear at some stage tomorrow whether or not I’m through to the second round (it’s like a bloody competition now), so fingers, heads, shoulders, knees and toes crossed.

In the meantime, I found the following suggestions in my email archives – my friend Lorraine sent them to me last year as suggestions of jobs that I could prevent myself being fired from:-

(a) A job with a boss who has nothing better to do than watch over your shoulder

(b) A job with no email access.

(c) A job where they confiscate your hands in the morning and don't give them back untill you're going home.

(d) A job where they hide the componants of all the computers in different places each day so that by the time you've found them, reassembled them and rebuilt the network, it's going home time.

(e) A job in a cave- i.e. not wired for electricity, therefore no email.

(f) A job underwater [see (e)]. Allow me to suggest diving for oysters.

(g) A job you enjoy that fulfills you and makes a productive day a worthwhile day.

I still say the petting puppies thing is cool.

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Dreadful Nonsense

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