I've got a bowling ball in my stomach, got a desert in my mouth...
My recent temp job didn't make me permanent; I'm just not a salesman. So, the temp agency sent me to another call center. Nothing against the workplace, it's just more of a baby-mama/juvenile delinquent setting than I'm used to. I feel like the textbook uptight white guy. When I read a couple of sentences back, I feel like a jerk.
I'm completely stressed waiting for the call after my interview with a Christian chidren's relief organization. Data entry, *perfect* schedule for a man who actually likes being with his wife, no customer service, AND I could listen to headphones while working. I WANT to work for these folks, because their main gig is keeping children from dying and giving them some hope. The last time I had a job that inspired me was with the college newspaper in 1992.
The interview was by far the most in-depth I've ever had. I sat with three really nice people, and they told me right away "Now, Scott, we're not ganging up on you - this just saves time for each applicant." We got neck-deep into my work history, my faith and my character. As far as I can tell, It went pretty well. I'm not cringing over anything I said or forgot to say in the discussion. After the round-table, I took three written tests and a typing test. Happily surprised myself there - 45 WPM with 99% accuracy. Expecting a drug test, I asked for a glass of water, and they told me "We don't do drug testing here. Should we?" Dang...I'm just used to the secular world of employment.
I'm praying more often, and of course it's born of selfishness and impatience. I need to leave it to Him. I also need to get my head on straight and try to do a good job *wherever* I am now. My job history is my own fault (not counting the layoff last October).
If they don't hire me this time, I will keep trying. I want this, and it's been fifteen years since I was this close to a job that I'd *care* about.
Now I have to go pray for the ability to GO TO SLEEP. Amen.
I'm completely stressed waiting for the call after my interview with a Christian chidren's relief organization. Data entry, *perfect* schedule for a man who actually likes being with his wife, no customer service, AND I could listen to headphones while working. I WANT to work for these folks, because their main gig is keeping children from dying and giving them some hope. The last time I had a job that inspired me was with the college newspaper in 1992.
The interview was by far the most in-depth I've ever had. I sat with three really nice people, and they told me right away "Now, Scott, we're not ganging up on you - this just saves time for each applicant." We got neck-deep into my work history, my faith and my character. As far as I can tell, It went pretty well. I'm not cringing over anything I said or forgot to say in the discussion. After the round-table, I took three written tests and a typing test. Happily surprised myself there - 45 WPM with 99% accuracy. Expecting a drug test, I asked for a glass of water, and they told me "We don't do drug testing here. Should we?" Dang...I'm just used to the secular world of employment.
I'm praying more often, and of course it's born of selfishness and impatience. I need to leave it to Him. I also need to get my head on straight and try to do a good job *wherever* I am now. My job history is my own fault (not counting the layoff last October).
If they don't hire me this time, I will keep trying. I want this, and it's been fifteen years since I was this close to a job that I'd *care* about.
Now I have to go pray for the ability to GO TO SLEEP. Amen.