Who's Move is it?

Interviewing is almost as exhausting as a full day of work.  I had somewhat of an Interviewing Marathon today.  I prayed this morning that He would let me know where I belong.  The first interview went well...I think.  Although, there was a quiz!  Who knew we were suppose to remember the State Capitals!  I went blank.  I mean, I knew Arkansas', of course.  I really would like to take this moment to blame whichever teacher I had in whichever grade you are suppose to learn these things.  Didn't some people learn a song for the State Capitals?  I didn't!!!  Actually, I blame my Dad and his instability.  I probably missed the song due to moving schools.  YEAH BLAME HIM!  I digress.  The Interview went well (aside from the capital mishap), but I won't know anything until the end of next week.  It's a full time job and pays OK but who has two thumbs and needs a job before October?  THIS GIRL! 

The second interview was only a part time job that did not pay so well.  Aside from those two negatives the real kicker is that as soon as I walked in I had this overwhelming feeling that I wasn't suppose to work there.  Divine Intervention?  Or ugly smocks?  Alls I know is that I prayed and He answered.  And wouldn't you know it....they offered me the job on the spot.  Ain't that the way it goes!? 

The third interview was also for a part time job, pay to be determined...outlook: not so good.  Again, the interview went well, I think, but I had to go home and fill out an online questionnaire before we could proceed forward with the hiring process.  Let me just say, if I could afford to be picky, I would say...NOPE! I boycott your questionnaire.  It is a waste of time for the person who wrote the test and this girl who had to take the 30 minute test!  C'MON!  Everyone that has ever taken one of those tests is going to answer with what they think the employer wants to hear, not how we really feel.  I wonder if that is a career I can look into.  Writing legit questionnaires for the interview process...

When dealing with a difficult customer, you...
a. Cry
b. Slap the bejeezus out of him/her
c. Smile and nod; all the while imagining said customer walking on Legos barefoot
d. Run away whilst yelling, "I don't get paid enough for this!"

I left the last interview today, walked into Pier 1, and said, "Look, I've been interviewing all day for jobs I don't want.  Can I just work here?"  More or less.

Needless to say, I ended the day eating a half bag of sweet potato chips, two bowls of Fiber One Cereal (and yes, I feel it), most of the pan of rice crispy treats, and homemade buttery popcorn.  Don't judge me.  Besides the first two items were healthy so they don't count. 

I am just so disappointed that the job I moved here to do has not come forward yet.  More so, I am disappointed that I can't just call up Bonnie Hunt and say, "Look, I've been interviewing all day for jobs I don't want. Can I just work here?"  In fact, that is the subject of most of my Tweets lately.  Next comes the Restraining Order.  C'Est la vie.