Prison Life?

I had the craziest job interview yesterday. A few days ago, I received a call from a company that provides medical services to inmates at the state prison. These facilities are pretty close to my house, and from what the chick told me, there are 12 different inmate units, of all different levels on one campus. This is where my interview would be.

We discussed the hours, pay, and my potential fear of inmates (which I have none!) and she decided I would be a good candidate for this job. We decided on a date and time, and she advised me that I would need to bring my drivers license to gain access to the prison grounds.

Some of my girlfriends had jokes. They figured that if I got the job, I could find a husband with the quickness, or at the very least, get some sex! ~Rolls eyes~
Sexy man…well, he seemed indifferent to the idea of me working at a prison.
He’s just like that. As always, he wished me the best of luck on my interview.

My first thought was that I had no idea where my license was. I had not seen it in a minute so I did a quick search and determined that my license was in fact, lost.
No problem, I will just go get a new one, which I did the next morning. I swear, I don’t even think I had the damn license for 2 hours before I couldn’t find it.

Marvin came by and helped me search the car..in all the nooks and crannys, but neither one of us could find it. “It’s a sign, Marv” I told him.
“I shouldn’t go! Maybe something bad is going to happen and this is someone’s way of telling me.... DON’T GO TO THE PRISON!”

We both laughed. But I was serious. I believe in all that shit…karma, energy’s, and of course, love spells and rituals. I felt like this was just an energy force sending me a message telling me that this won’t end well. Just stay the hell home. Which I didn’t.

I get to the prison, and get checked in. I ended up taking my passport, which was acceptable to the guard that let me in. I went to the contractor’s facility and was greeted by a girl that had just started working there. She gave me some papers and directed me to fill them out. After I was done with this, the waiting game began.

I read a magazine from cover to cover. I read all about the show “Prison Break” and wished I had put that in my line-up of the few shows that I watch faithfully. I periodically checked the clock on the wall, and was getting more and more frustrated and irritated. It was already 11:45. My appointment was at 11.

About 15 minutes later, I was expecting to see a camera crew pop out of somewhere and congratulate me on being patient, and give me some money, and tell me this was all a joke. I know MTV used to have a show called Boiling Point where they tried to piss off other people and then paid them when they didn’t blow a fucking gasket!

When the man finally got to the facility for the interview, I was done. I was irritated. He immediately came off to me as an arrogant dirty old white man. I probably said some things that were interview inappropriate. I didn’t even care. For real.

He proceeded to tell me that I was over qualified, and that the pay was not in my range, despite what I was told over the phone when I spoke with the recruiter.

One of the questions that he asked me was “How would you feel about inmates hooting and hollering at you?”
Excuse Me? Is that a trick question? What do you say to that? I just looked at him, and then looked at my watch that I wasn’t wearing.
“Ok, then” I said as I started to get up. As far as I was concerned, this interview was over, and I was not getting this job. Nor was I going to continue with this grueling interview.

He sort of called after me, but I opened the door and walked out. I am no longer settling for some piece of shit job, working for a bunch of assholes. I have options.

I met my sexy man for lunch after the interview. We cracked up about how it went.
I don't think he is looking forward for me to find a job anytime soon.
He suggested that I shoot for September 1.
I have become his personal secretary, and we jokingly call it “freelancing”
..we meet for lunch almost every day, and we both enjoy it.

But all good things must come to an end. I got a job offer when I got home after lunch.
I will not be living prison life, ~LOL~ but will be working for a worldwide corporation.
This is actually a great place to work, with a good reputation and the perks are off the hook.
I think this one will be it. It’s a corporate environment, which I crave. It seems like all the things that I want in a job, and the pay is good. As with everything, only time will tell. I don’t really feel bad that I have had 2 very short jobs in the last 3 months. One lasted 1 day ~LOL~ and the other exactly one week. Jobs are like men. Sometimes they just aren’t what you are looking for, and I refuse to be stuck in a situation. I want to do what I am good at. I want to be happy. I sent sexy man an email after I accepted the job.
It said: “I don't wanna work! I wanna stay in bed late, and cook and iron clothes! And do what I want!”

But we all know this is not feasible. I am a single mother, and I need to work. I need to not be a statistic. I need the structure of a job. I am ready to get back into the swing of things. I hope this works out, but if it doesn’t. that’s okay too.