Sorry Dusty but your job is in another castle.

For those of you too lazy to scroll down and read what has been going on i will sum it up. Job opens up at CCLI. Dusty applies for job. Dusty is told he probably didnt get the job because he has no accounting experience. Well that pretty much brings us to the point where we last left our hero.

2 days ago i finally got ahold of Mark (from CCLI). We had been playing a bit of phone tag. He told me that as i probably had already heard, they had hired someone else, but that i had interviewed really well, it was mearly my lack of accounting experience that had been my downfall. He also said that they would keep me in mind for future openings. To some up: sorry Dusty but your job is in another castle.

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So you're tellin' me there's a chance!

Here is what you all (or at least a couple of you) have been waiting for... an update on my interview. Why did i leave everyone wallowing in the muck of suspense? You mean other than because that's what a good writer does?

The answer is simple. Though i heard whispers of rumors about the state of my plight, they were simply rumors. I would hate to publish an update on the internet saying one thing, and then in a tragic moment of poor fortune have my prospective employer stumble upon my blog and say, "what is he talking about!?!"

This chilly morning, however, i decided to investigate my chances by calling Mark. He told me that at this point in time they are looking to persue second interviews with a couple of people who have accounting experience (not me). But their is a slim ray of hope. Apparently, (and i was informed that this has happened in the past) if for some reason my competition does not pan out, whether because they are deemed inadequate or because they have withdrawn themselves from the running, then CCLI will be forced to review other possibilities (could be me).

Am i disappointed? A little. But really this is just one marble in the oatmeal of life and if God doesn't want me at CCLI (at this point anyway) then He wants me somewhere else. For now... Walgreens, but the search continues.

Dead Man Walking

What a gorgeous day. Despite the fact that i was on my way to a job interview, i could not help noticing how beautiful it was outside. Knowing that one of the easiest ways to make a possible future employer cringe is to show up tardy to an interview i ended up sitting inside my car in the Burger King parking lot for ten minutes and spending another ten in the CCLI parking lot. Most of that time dissipated while i was attempting to anticipate possible questions that could be asked of me. Moments before i got out of my vehicle the sun disapeared. Although, i am in no way superstitious, i could not help but think that the advent of gloom may be a bad omen. A voice inside my head yelled out, "Dead man walking!" as i strolled up to the front doors. Despite my 20 minutes of loitering in various parking lots i was still about eight minutes early. After announcing my presence to the receptionest, i was informed that, Mark, my prospective employer was still in a meeting. Putting on a false front of bravery, i made my way over to one of the empty chairs in the entryway, sat down, and in an attempt to calm my nerves picked up a National Geographic and flipped through it. Twenty minutes and one article covering the swarming influx of people into the suburbs later, my interview began.

I think i babbled a lot. But i think i was able to answer his questions somewhat thouroughly if not succinctly. The discouraging points of the interview were two-fold. The first was a sudden, unexpected inquiry by Mark about the multiplication of the numeral 20 with the numeral 12. Blind-sided by the unexpected question, i stuttered for a few seconds before blurting out an answer which, though i presently dont recall, i believe to have been incorrect. The second point of discouragement came when Mark announced that there would be a basic accounting test. At first i wasn't overly alarmed because i tend to test well and if only the test contained math problems of a sort, i thought i might have a shot at logically deducing the answers. Unfortunately for myself, the nearest resemblance to a math problem was the line where i was supposed to put the date. Most of it was defining accounting terms and identifying types of accounts. A voice in my head, i believe it was the same voice that yelled, "dead man walking!" broke into a fit of laughter. Not surprisingly i felt no pressure. Pressure can only be felt in stressful situations when the person in the situation feels they have a chance to come out of the situation for the better. I was under no such delusion. So, i did the only sensible thing i could do. I made up a bunch of stuff and wrote it down. When Mark returned to pick up the test, i handed it to him and confessed that if i got a single answer correct on that test, it was by no skill or knowledge of mine, but if i made it to a second interview i would make sure i knew all the answers. On that note, i left. The sun was still hidden when i began my journey home.