So I had an interview this morning, for more or less exactly the same job I have now, but with the RCMP. Also, not auxiliary, but permanent. With benefits. If I get this job, it will be my first salaried job ever. At age twenty-five, it’s about time I pop that cherry, eh? I don’t want to think like I already have the job, but the interview went really well. Like really well. Pat, my would-be supervisor, said, and I quote: “I’m very impressed.” Hm, if I am that impressive, perhaps I’ve been shooting too low on the job search here.
The irony of the fact that I will be doing the same job in a slightly different environment (a mere 60 yards from where I am now, same address even) smacks the smugness out of me, not to mention the fact that what most impressed my interviewer was the fact that I once archived a file that was a whole shelf long. Ah, gripping panickedly for a stimulating career one small rung at a time. Some progress is better than none. That’s more than most people in this economic state. The fact that I didn’t lose my job is still impressing me, let alone the possibility that I could be a furita no more!