Interview Antics & Quarters...

Oh the process of interviewing. This past week I had my first interview with a brokerage firm downtown. The concept of working in the middle of the city is so exhilarating to me…walking out of my prospective work environment and being surrounded by GIGANTIC skyscrapers – I couldn’t ask for more…well that’s not true – I could.

to be employed…with a company I love…

…making a salary that is just beyond me…

..more coffee in my cupboard…

….nails that STAY painted..

..a breast reduction…..

…..the ability to speak different languages fluently…

..being able to play the guitar like...hmmm...idk - someone great...

..and let’s just throw this in there: a tall, educated, funny caramel macchiato that’s just all about ME!

Ok, so I digress. Back to the interview…

Getting the phone call is always exciting, a phone number that you don’t know but with an area code that’s promising. Set up a date/time and then its on to: what to wear, how to act, jewelry or no jewelry, how can I stand out?, practice interview questions…ect.

The interview went quite well…it was awkward a couple of times when I caught 2 of the 4 men whom were interviewing me, stare NOT AT MY EYES, but I’m sure you can use your imagination. Then again…that’s my life.

Fingers crossed…although this was only my first interview in the big city – this company would be a great opportunity.

Yesterday I took the half mile walk to the bank, preparing for February rent. On my way home I stopped in a little convenient mart around the corner to get quarters…laundry time was in my cards for later in the day.

So I asked the lady behind the counter (ended up being the owner of this little mart) if they were able to do cash back. I only had $2.00 cash on me…and frankly I needed more quarters than that.

After a few minutes of conversation, finding out that they don't do cash back – the lady said to me:

“No cash back, but I’ll just give you $5.00 worth of quarters and next time you’re walking by just drop off the $5.00 for me.”

I didn’t even know how to react to this. People trusting strangers???

I gave her the $2.00 cash I had on me and promised I would be back with $3.00. On my way home it made to start to think…the thought of trust. Yes – it was only $3.00 which is not going to make or break the business, but 1. that's not the point and 2. the small act of kindness hit home.

You don’t find things like this anymore – its hard for me to even trust the people that are around me everyday, but the concept of trusting someone you've never met? Beyond me.