In which my interviewer tells me about her dating past

Gooooooood morning internets! Sorry for the weeklong delay in posting. Sorry sorry sorry. But we are BACK with a brand-new terrible interview story.

Now, I was holding off on posting this one, because I thought I actually had a decent shot at landing this job, because I came in twice and met everybody and they were all "well this is just GREAT when can you start?" and I was all "oooh immediately! IMMEDIATELY!"

And then I never heard from them again.

So. I guess now I can blog about it. Yay, silver lining.

Alright, so this job was a press job at an, erm...controversial organization, if you will. I won't get into specifics, but let's just say, had I gotten the job, I probably would have alienated, ah, roughly half of my friends. And half of America, maybe. But WHATEVER, I NEED A JORB, PEOPLE.

So.

Due to a variety of weird timing and scheduling issues, I ended up having to meet my interviewer, a lady who would have been my boss, at a cafe on a Saturday afternoon at 2 p.m.

I show up at said cafe at 1:50.

"I'm a little early," I think, "so I'll just wait for a bit."

La la la, waiting.

2:15. Hmm. Not here yet. Fine, no problem, just keep waiting.

2:30. Uggggh. Really? It is just me, or do I always end up waiting for these people? Is any interviewer capable of showing up on time? ANYONE?

2:45. Nothing.

2:50. OMG MAYBE I HAVE THE WRONG CAFE. Oh my gosh. Must call and find out.

[Interviewer lady]: "Hello?"

Me: "Erm, hello, hi, this is [K], I was just calling to check that I, um, had the right time for us to- "

[Lady]: "Yeah I was just going to call you. I'm just finishing up a photo shoot with [head of company]. I'll be there in 20 minutes."

Me: "OK, great! See you then."

Click.

I wait for 20 minutes...plus another 30 after that until [lady] finally arrives. Hooray.

[Lady]: "OK," she says. "Let's get started."

Blah blah standard interview stuff blah blah.

[Lady]: "Oh, I see that you have some radio experience - I started out in radio."

Me: "Oh, really?"

[Lady]: "Yep, and later on I worked for [famous radio host] for awhile."

Me: "Oh wow, I love [famous radio host]!"

[Lady]: "Well, she's no fun to work for, let me tell you."

Me: "Really? Why not?"

[Lady]: "I mean, I started producing for her, and then she would want me to do stuff like...run errands for her, and hire painters to paint her living room."

Me: "She did?"

[Lady]: "Yeah, and then when she didn't like the painters I hired, she wanted me to paint it myself."

Me: "Woah."

[Lady]: "Yeah. This guy I was engaged to at the time kept telling me, you know, that's not normal."

Me: "Haha. Well, no, I would think not."

[Lady]: "Anyway. I see here that you worked on a documentary?"

Me: "Oh, yes! I did, it was for PBS and it was about the civil rights movement in Virgina. Actually, it aired this year."

[Lady]: "That's great, I actually used to work on documentaries for the History Channel and the Travel Channel."

Me: "Oh, wow. That must have been amazing."

[Lady]: "Yeah." Pauses. "Let's watch a trailer!"

Pulls out laptop and starts loading trailer.

Me: "Oh...ok! Great! Sure!"

So, we watch the trailer for this documentary she worked on. At one point the trailer shows a cute little old couple sitting side-by-side on a park bench.

Me: "Aww. They look like a nice couple."

[Lady]: "Yeah."

Long pause.

[Lady]: "Do you think that people really can stay together forever?"

Me: "Erm."

[Lady]: Watching me intently.

Me: "Erm...I...yes, I think so. Um, if you're - if you're lucky, I guess."

[Lady]: "Yeah." Pauses again. "I'm on my way to visit my boyfriend later. He lives in [nearby city]."

Me: "Oh! Um, well, that's - that's nice, that's not so far away."

[Lady]: "It's not, although it does get a little annoying."

Me: "Ah. Well, yes, I suppose it would."

[Lady]: Staring dreamily off into space.

Me: "Erm...well, maybe someday he'll move here, so you won't have to keep going back and forth."

[Lady]: "Yeah, because I hate moving. This other guy that I was engaged to..."

Me, inwardly: Ah...two engagements? Did I hear that right?

[Lady]: "We moved in together, and we did it the best way ever. I hired people to pack for me and then unpack for me. We got to the new apartment that night and it was like we had lived there for a year."

Me: "Erm..."

[Lady]: More dreamy silence.

Me: "Ha, that's - that's definitely the way to move!"

[Lady]: "Yeah. Anyway, can you come in again this week?"

Me: "Oh...sure."

There was definitely more relationship talk to this interview, but I sadly can't remember what else she brought up - all I know is that by the end of it, I knew, like, her entire romantic life story. Then I came all the way back to DC to meet with other people at the company, which ended up being a five-minute interview consisting mainly of talking about my Amtrak train ride.

And then I never heard from them again. Just as well. I did like that lady, actually, but I could tell she's an over-share-er. And one generally does not want to work for an over-share-er.