I had a job interview yesterday and it wasn't awful. It was a sales job for a new store opening in Kansas City that sells clothing, furniture and skin-care products. Since I'm fond of all three of those things and can write stories in my head while I steam clothes, I filled out an online application, completely forgot about it and then got a call for an interview.
It has been awhile since I've gone on one of those and I told The Big Daddy that I was kind of nervous about it. He told me to "be myself". Therein lies the problem.
I met with the co-managers and was mindful of my chattiness which almost always leads down the road to Flakeville. They did not have my application in front of them so they asked for a rundown of my retail experience. Clothing chain for petites...closed. Parent company of said clothing chain....closed. Lighting shop...closed. Funky, hippie clothing store...closed.
Wow, they said, you sure have worked for a lot of places that have gone out of business.
For fear of driving a nail into this interview coffin or scaring them off, I did not share the name bestowed upon me many years ago by The Big Daddy.
The Black Widow Of Retail.