Fast fingers
I'm doing a scary thing. I'm looking for... a job.
Oh, that's a hard word for me. Doing the job is easy. Looking for it is the hard part. It starts out exciting as you write your resume and realize you maybe have a skill or two, but then gets demoralizing as you go to interviews and learn that 205 people are in line with you for a job that pays $12/hr. Ugh.
Then there are those questions that I have to really bite my lip hard not to answer with perfect honesty:
"What is your greatest accomplishment?" Still sane, happily married, kid is not knifing people.
"Where do you see yourself in five years?" I don't even look into next week. Jeez, if I'd seen where I am now five years ago, I'd have run screaming.
"What is your greatest weakness in performing your job?" Occasionally I shoot out an overly honest email. My humor is so dry people take me seriously and get offended. And I spill drinks on my keyboard. I also photocopy my unmentionables when no one is looking, as well as entire library books.
"What would you do if you saw an employee pilfering office supplies?" I'd take him to lunch and see if he could get me my own big laminator. And a good postage scale too. And I need foam core and dry erase boards and colorful sharpie markers...just get me the catalog now.
Surely you can do better at goofy honest answers to these useless questions.
BUT I am currently allowing myself to be uplifted by the typing test I took today for the county school system. Can you believe I type 79 words per minute? Neither can I, but that's what the computer said, and that's what is now in my file, so therefore it is true.






















