Interview (4)

Yesterday morning, I put on my pinstripe jacket and black dress pants, slid into my pointy-toed shoes with the kitten heels, grabbed my Mapquest directions and resume and got in my car.

I wanted to be early, as HR suggested. Mapquest estimated a 20-minute drive; I left an hour before my scheduled interview.

Cruising up the expressway with only a little traffic, I somehow missed my exit. Then I couldn’t turn around for twenty minutes (who designs these roads??). When I finally recorrected myself, I made another wrong turn. I called the company but got voicemail. Ten minutes late. Fifteen. I called again: voicemail.

Frustrated, tired and confused, (feeling a lot like The Budgeting Babe recently) I turned my little car homeward: I called my friend and we laughed about it. I went home and slept for two hours. I took allergy medication and ate Matzo ball soup.

All that driving around gave me time to think about the job/company I was desperately trying to locate, and I realized something: I don’t want to write catalog copy (yes, that’s what it was). Through a resume I’d posted online, a company had contacted me—via e-mail and phone—requesting an interview for a job that may or may not be available. The pay was decent, the location near (though, turns out, hard to find) and they were very interested. So I’d agreed to an interview, while being totally uninterested in the job.

Sometimes this pays off, true. But for me, in this case, it just wasn’t worth it.

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