Off We Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder

Looking on different job websites a month or so ago I stumbled onto a listing for public health officers in the Air Force. Awesome. I filled out the form, and kind of forgot about it. My brother-in-law mentioned contacting them myself (they sent me an email with contact info after filling out the form), suggesting that since it's such a long process, it wouldn't hurt to get things started (he's in the middle of it himself right now).

Skip ahead a couple of weeks...

I got a text and an email from a recruiter yesterday asking me to call if I was still interested.

I called today and talked to Technical Sergeant Jaron Wagner.

After he confirmed that they were indeed looking for public health degrees, he talked me through what needed to be done and then said he'd call me back when his computer was working and he could access the questions he needs to ask me to get things started. (maybe questions like 'are you a terrorist?' - no / 'are you a true American?' - i didn't vote for obama, so yes, / 'what are your favorite colors?' - red, white and blue of course)

Who knows what'll happen. Maybe it won't go anywhere. But it could be fun while it lasts.

I Respect Your Ideals...

...is just another way of saying "Take your ideals and hang." Or something even less nice than that.

I found this out after I went in to an interview at Kmart. That's right. Kmart. I figure if I'm going to be on the Dave Ramsey diet that I can't turn up my nose at any possible income opportunities.

Anyway. I submitted a resume and set up an interview time yesterday. I went in today and left about 2 minutes later. The conversation went something like this:

"So, you still work at BYU?"

"Yes, I'm trying to find a second job right now, during the evenings and Saturday."

"Are you available on Sundays?"

"No. I'm not."

"I realize that, being Utah, most people don't want to work on Sundays, but I have to insist that you at least work every other Sunday. Is that possible?"

"It's really not. So if that's not going to work..."

"Well, I respect your ideals, but I really have to insist on Sunday work."

(both of us standing)

"Well, thank you for your time."

The End.

Shortest interview I've ever had in my life.

It's Just One of Those Days...

... when I feel like I have a poodle on top of my head (or maybe I feel like I am the poodle...), my shirt's not falling right and my skirt is uncomfortable.

And I have a job interview this afternoon.

Blast.