A few weeks after quitting the doctor's office, I landed an interview at a non legal and non medical office.
I walk in the door and what do I see but none other than a cockroach in the process of dying right next to the chair they had me wait in.
It was so symbolic of how I felt being dressed up in a monkey suit on the verge of losing my freedom again.
Whereas the doctor found my legal background intriguing, these guys saw it more as a threat. I didn't get the job. Thank god!
My next interview was for a non office job.
Something about putting on my monkey suit always makes me feel sick. Then to walk in and find a bunch of other applicants waiting for their interview dressed in even fancier monkey suits was utterly depressing.
My name gets called, I get marched down to meet with the All Mighty Cubicle Queen. We sit in her little box and all she wants to know is why I left the doctor's office?
Because my boss was the crypt keeper. Err, I mean, uh, I left because, uh, it was a negative work environment??
Yeah, the more politically correct answer didn't go over well. That was the beginning and the end of the interview and we both knew it.
She tried to be professional and ask a few more questions, but her irritation of me wasting her time was palpable. She was ready for the next monkey in line.
I left there feeling humiliated and am pretty sure she shredded my application.
I love how some douche bag in a cubicle is like the fucking gate keeper to my life.
YOU SHALL NOT PASS!
I applied for another position that I felt was literally meant just for me. Unfortunately, my interview was rather alarming.
The person interviewing me just seemed to be dead inside. You know that empty look behind the eyes? This person had no facial expressions, no light behind the eyes, no life force at all.
It seemed like this person was trying to warn me by talking about how demanding that place was to work for and like I had no idea what I would be getting myself in to.
I applied for another job. I got a call back for an interview. I put on my monkey suit and waited for my turn out in a hallway filled with a dozen other monkeys.
I enter the HR office and the Director in charge seems to be drunk, or hungover, or otherwise intoxicated.
This person couldn't remember what their position was when introducing themselves. I believe their exact words were: Who am I and what do I?
The Director said that I wasn't qualified for the position I had applied for but that they had an opening for a Housekeeping Clerk.
She took me down to the dungeon, er, housekkeeping quarters and had me talk to the boss down there.
Her office was a disaster but she was quite pleasant, sober, and kind.
She completely understood that I was trying to start over and needed a chance to figure things out.
She convinced me that this position was a good place to get my foot in the door at this company and that later I could move to a different department - maybe to one with windows.