I learned
I try on Wednesdays to inspire you...and me to keep on going--no matter what we are walking through. Life seems to get more challenging by the minute and frankly I'm too tired to participate. However, since I wish to continue living, I must participate in my life. That's a rule of mine. I'm pretty strict about it.
Yesterday, I learned I don't like being the interviewer anymore than I like being interviewed. (I'm helping choose someone new for my IT position.) I learned I would rather give noone the job than just one person and send the others packing. I learned that the times that we are most vulerable, we are most precious. We are all walking the same road trying our best to keep on going and not get lost.
I wonder.
I wonder how I ever get through my days.
FYI: I won't be posting Friday-Sunday. Got some things going on.
photo sources: http://fawnahareo.com/; http://www.adcet.edu/
Yesterday, I learned I don't like being the interviewer anymore than I like being interviewed. (I'm helping choose someone new for my IT position.) I learned I would rather give noone the job than just one person and send the others packing. I learned that the times that we are most vulerable, we are most precious. We are all walking the same road trying our best to keep on going and not get lost.
Everytime I do anything--somehow that thang turns into a comedy. That's my life, no dignity here. So yesterday we were on the next to the last interview and I was to read a scenario. I started to do so, but realized I needed my glasses that were on the top of my head. I said something about needing my specs, put them over my eyes, and proceeded to read the question. But, the print was really blurry. I squinted which seemed to make it worse. I stumbled over the words not sure what they were, but finished. I took off my glasses and laid them on my lap and listened to the person answer. Then the next question was asked.
It was at that moment, I realized my first finger was laying through the opening where the lens had been. The lens was missing and the frame was broken. Where did it go? I patted my head to see if it was there. I glanced at the floor while listening to the interviewee. After the person left I found the lens in my lap. The funny thing was that I thought my vision was doing some serious degrading. The really funny thing was that after I finished reading the question, I looked the person straight in the eye with my glasses on. Did he/she notice the empty frame?
I wonder how I ever get through my days.
FYI: I won't be posting Friday-Sunday. Got some things going on.
photo sources: http://fawnahareo.com/; http://www.adcet.edu/
Comments
You will too fine, sounds like a great start.
Good luck with the remaining interviews and all the other things going on. Take care.
Mason
Thoughts in Progress
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
CD
What a relief to know you're not going blind. :-)
And as Deb says .. thank goodness you're not going blind! Ishall think of dropped lenses in future .. not dropped stitches!
Who knows .. did that interviewee get the job?!
Whatever your busy weekend holds I hope you have a happy one .. Hilary
Sorry about the broken glasses!
I only need my glasses to read...when the frame goes missing, it is a truly bizarre experience. I can imagine what the interview said to his/her friends once they got back. "That was the weirdest experience of my life." Or worse. I feel for you.
Nancy
N. R. Williams, fantasy author
I remember, when auditioning people for my work, often wishing I could write in extra roles . . .
Lee
Tossing It Out