Unemployment Chronicles, Day 38: Recruiter Interview

Composition of today's post is a bit different from usual; I'm sitting in an Arby's, sipping iced tea, just read the sports, and, um, where are my mozzarella sticks?  I have just recently discovered the excellence of hanging out at a comfortable table with a drink and few of the usual distractions of home.  I suppose I would have figured this out sooner if I drank coffee.

What really makes it different, though, is that I didn't bring a computer, so I am writing this post out longhand, on paper, to be typed into the computer later, with a pencil I bought at 7-Eleven, meaning I am not looking at some clever picture at the top of the page, and I'm having to make corrections by crossing stuff out and using an eraser, and I have to guess how to spell "mozzarella" (one "z" or two?)  [Note: got it right!]  How did anyone ever do this?

Of course, I could go to the front of the restaurant and look at the menu for the spelling, but that would just highlight the awkward point that I NEVER GOT MY MOZZARELLA STICKS, which I PAID FOR BY THE WAY.

This morning, I got up at 5:00 -- not too different from when I was working -- put on my suit, and drove to downtown Seattle in commute traffic to an interview with Robert Half, the big accounting recruiter.  The interview went OK, maybe a little uncomfortable when she asked what I want to do and I didn't really know, but I feel like I got my story across and stayed positive.

What I did not like too much was getting up early, wearing a suit, or commute traffic.  If I do get a job, it's going to be a shock to the system.  ( It will be a different type of shock if I don't get a job, but I am setting aside early June to panic about that.)

It really is too bad that immediately retiring would definitely lead to destitution.  Even Jackie said that she is getting used to having me around to to exercise with and to help do errands.  I think I'm getting used to it too.