It happens most every time. I had an interview that I thought was for a company that ran the website and of course I could’ve sworn that I would be greeted with flowers much like the troops entering Baghdad. Like the troops entering Baghdad, I wasn’t greeted with flowers, but nor was I shot at. I got through the whole day thinking about my exit plans from McMann and Tate.

What would I say? What could I say? Doesn’t matter. All I did was interview with two women, Michelle and Colette. Not at the same time, but right after each other. I was at a disadvantage. The deodorant that I put on much earlier in the day when it was cooler was starting to fad and as it started to fade I began to smell. I’d like to think I was the only one who could smell it, but it was over 90 degrees and I just rode the subway. Hopefully they took that in account.

They were impressed with the resume and at least I didn’t have to explain anything. They enjoyed the spectrum of employment that I possessed. From the recording studios to an investment bank with one or two stops in between. They expressed an interest in me, telling me they had a few positions in mind. They work as a team so I have to revamp the resume and send it to Michelle who would forward it to the other counselors.

As luck would have it I have two more job interests. Tempted to say offers, but nothing has been offered yet. Lawrence Stern and Virginia Wagner phoned with positions they had come across their respective desks. Oddly enough I had the foresight to see if Bill could revamp the resume somewhat. He did what he could and it was great. I just have to apply the suggestions that Virginia suggested last Thursday and resend to Michelle, Lawrence and Virginia.

I might ask Bill being miles ahead of me and Microsoft Word savvy, to do some hocus pocus on it. At McMann and Tate I felt a little like Judas, walking among these people, some who are actually saying hello to me, and thinking about how I wasn’t going to be there anymore, that after work, I would be walking on a carpet of flowers and I-9 forms. There was guilt but I just figured that it’s just a job and I’ve passed through quite a few, including ones where I actually made friends that remain friends to this very day.

I got over it. I was relatively busy. Just had to look at the condition that the kitchen was in and I knew that I really wanted to get away from there. The day ended weirdly. Someone had a doctor’s appointment and needed Felicia to accompany them. It almost left me holding the bag, but since Linda was back she was able to hold down the fort while Felicia was out and I headed off to my dental appointment, meaning job interview that was just an introduction of sorts.

And it’s still hot despite a 5 minute downpour.