Weirfan
I had an interview... again, it goes back to my post from months ago about miserable with money or poor and happy.
I applied for this easy territory mgr position which I knew wouldn’t pay well... the wife reminded me. But probably well enough combined with the golf course even with reduced hours.
Right off the bat the girl interviewing me says she wants me for a higher job afternoooking at my experience.... I saw that job and didn’t want it because it was too much like my old one with direct reports. I didn’t want anyone working for me anymore, that’s misery. Well, that’s what I had the interview for, moving me through to a video something or other.... so the outlook is “good.”
Sounds like I get to me miserable again... oh joy. Wife will be ecstatic.... “Happy Wife, Miserable Life!”
Well they never sent the email for my next steps so something happened between hanging up the phone and her sending something out. My guess is they found out how old I was. I don’t put dates or I lie about dates on my resume or when I fill shit out.
Come to find out, she thinks I should be like cousin Eddie from Christmas Vacation and be holding out for a ton of money.... 🙄... when I make nothing now.