(Warning. I’m sitting in Starbucks right now and there are three very attractive, very adorable and very loud young French men. I’m DISTRACTED.)
Regardless, I’ll write about how my job interview went today. Yes! I had a job interview! Even though it was only for part-time, temporary employment without benefits (total ugh). But still–there is hope! And to top it off, the temp agency just called about another position. Hopefully, this new position is an upgrade from their first offer.
The first position they wanted me to take involved dressing up as medium cheddar cheese loaf for the 100th anniversary of Tillamook cheese.
I THINK NOT.
It was hilarious to get that call. It also scared the shit out of me. These are the positions I’m being offered? A mascot? Ha! It’s even worse than when I first graduated from University of Oregon.
The cheese loaf offer made my friends laugh and they even started to put together a pool of money so that I would, in fact, take it. Needless to say, I ended up foregoing the mascot world. So it’s back to the job hunt, yet again.
I wonder if everyone gets nervous at a job interview? I guess I would question anyone whom wouldn’t. I get nervous: palms sweaty, heart racing, thoughts blur. I have social anxiety in cases like this. It doesn’t happen a lot, but when I get unfamiliar in a setting like a job interview (or hell, even a first date) there it is…
I will say that I did very well though on this job interview; there were witty quips, calm conversation, and informative background details. I can’t say the same however for the date I had last week. That shit needed to be videotaped, seriously…
Hmm, maybe I should clarify a bit. Overall, it was an O.K. date. But I was also drunk. And a drunk Marisa is always a little bit more carefree, a little more open and a little bit more vocal. We had a lot in common, but my nervousness was so apparent in the beginning, I had to recognize it and verbalize it before it became some awkward, unrelenting component. So I told him and he was okay with it and then I drank a teeny bit more than I usually do. I was happy, comfortable and more talkative throughout the night.
The only problem is that I think he mistook my nervousness to mean more about me “liking” him, than about trying to curb my social anxiety. We have a lot of friends in common so after our date, I got to hear the gossip about him, what he thought of our date and how he likes me, a lot. It was like being transported back to my high school and being part of the cafeteria gossip. I covered my face with my hands when I was told all the “cafeteria news” because it was so UGH.
When it comes downs to it, I think he’s interesting and fun to hang out with, but only as a friend. And how do you tell someone that when you’ve never really been in this situation before? It’s always been the unrequited love thing for me, or me being told that it would be better to just be “friends”.
And I hate to be this kind of person, but I’ve just left the last text message go unanswered. I’ve decided to totally go the passive route on this one, hoping to just let this situation and communication die quietly into the cafeteria abyss…
I know it will come back to bite me in the ass in the end, but oh well. I have more important things to worry about right now, like finding and applying to more jobs and telling these adorable French guys they need to be quiet, if just for a minute. Maybe one will buy me a coffee.
How do you say, “What kind of music do you like” in French?
Comments (2)2 Responses to “Job Interviews, Cute French Men, and First Dates”
September 3rd, 2009 at 11:56 am
Marisa- I was laughing out loud the entire time I was editing this post! And I still wish you had taken the cheese loaf gig…
How’s the job search coming, sweetie?
M
September 3rd, 2009 at 2:51 pm
Ah yes, the cheese loaf. My friends started a pool of money for me on facebook but I had already said no. Job is search is on-going, but I found out yesterday that I received my extension so my funemployment can be continued for another 5 months. yay? I would so rather have a job though…fingers crossed…