A Wig Split.

Oct 15, 2008 21:56

While waiting for my turn to get my hair cut, my mind drifted off to my second interview Monday evening. It was not unlike a firing squad. Not only was the owner of the firm there again, but also his wife, daughter, son, and grandson. They were all very cordial, but inevitably fired off the same round of questioning previously popped off by their fearless leader.

They fired some stray rounds such as inquiring my age, marital status, and choice of worship. They accidentally hit one of my two least favorite questions. 'Why do you want to leave your current place of employment?'. I also hate the variation of that question, 'Why are you looking for a new job?'. The way I see it: if I haven't been fired, who cares why I want a new job? Can't I just be bored? Is 'bored' even an acceptable reason for wanting to leave one establishment for another? Or, are they just trying to see what choice of language I use to cover the real reason, which of course is either A.) Because I hate it. (or) B.) Because I want/need more money.

I feel like what they're looking for is a shocking answer. Why do I want to leave my job? I hate it. I hate the people I work with and I feel confident saying they hate me right back. I'm over-worked, under-paid, over-stressed, and under-valued. Every day I pull up to my job, I take a deep breath and hope that the begrudging slam of my car door ignites some chain reaction that takes only seconds and ends with a smoldering pile of rubble and ash in front of me, instead of the building. Every morning, it takes every fiber of my strength to move my legs off my bed, toward the shower, into pants and shoes, and out to my car. It is only by the grace of God that the front wheels of my car don't drive me directly into oncoming traffic, or perhaps off a bridge abutment.

Why do I want to leave my job? Perhaps because it's no longer feasible to be constantly exposed to a maniacal, disingenuous, unstable, lying, rage-a-holic, delusional, 1st class member of the mid-life-crisis club boss. Perhaps because I can't remember the last time I received a pat on the back for anything I did. Perhaps because I'd prefer not to have to wonder when my boss will touch my hind or front quarters again. Perhaps because I'd prefer not to be apprehensive about being alone in a room with my boss. I'd prefer to crawl out of my pigeon hole and have some ability (ANY ability) recognized.

Of course, you can't say things like that in an interview because those people would worry if you grew to loathe them with the same fervor, you'd be saying the same things to other future prospective employers. Instead, you have to come up with answers like "Oh goodness. You know, I absolutely love my job and the people I work with. I just continue to strive to be versatile. I'm always interested in broadening my horizons and trying to improve myself by adding new skills and new areas of the law. I just feel like it's time to expand". Try saying that without bursting out and laughing until tears stream down your face. It was my biggest feat to date.

Anyway, they all seemed impressed with me. By the end of the interview we were all laughing, smiling, and joking with each other. I was told I would receive a call-back soon with some questions about myself and my health to submit to some insurer that covers their office.

I suppose that's a good sign, right?
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