A slick and polished mess.
I’ve got about 14 different ideas for posts right now, but none have firmly cemented in my mind. Thus, no posts for three week.
I’m filling out employment applications and listening to music right now and felt compelled to inform/remind you: The Foo Fighters’ album “The Colour and the Shape” is still utterly fantastic a decade later. “Everlong” is one of the top 5 best songs of all time. Yes, I said all time. Deal with it.
We didn’t have a sitter today, so I took the day off to hang out with the kiddos. Turns out to be a stroke of “luck”. I feel like crap. I’m burning on the outside, frozen on the inside. Every bone and joint aches unto oblivion. (apparently being sick makes me melodramatic). At least I don’t have a fever.
So, in regards to this, I had my impromptu interview with the Bellevue Police Department on Friday. Immediately afterward I felt I had knocked it out of the park. Later on I got more nervous about some of my responses; however, it’s done now and constantly fretting over it isn’t going to do anything at all. The gracious Lieutenant seemed generally impressed. When I handed him my four year old license, I had to tell him, “Ignore the weight, I lost 50 lbs a few years ago.” That seemed to catch his attention. Hopefully it shows discipline and responsibility. He also seemed generally pleased with my current “exercise regimen.”
Of course, I had to endure the “situational” interview questions. I really can’t stand “Tell me about a time” questions. In this case, they were actually relevant to the position itself, so I can’t complain too much. The only thing I did “wrong” by classical advice, was in reference to a previous employer. I know you aren’t supposed to say anything bad about your past employer, but in a few of the questions, it really was the only honest answer. Everything I’ve read about trying to get a job in this field contains this advice: “They’re not looking for perfect people. They’re looking for honest people.” Hopefully the lieutenant understood the pertinence of the answers and weighed them on their merit as such.
In the end, he said he would get my paperwork in with everyone else who already had a real interview and they would begin selections to move on to background checks. I can’t help but fear that my little paperwork snafu has hurt me in the process. However, I have absolute faith that, if this is truly God’s will, He won’t let that stop us. If I recall correctly, he said they would start that in January, or make a decision in January. Something like that. If this doesn’t work out, the other two agencies I applied for will also hire in the first half of next year.
Prayers are eagerly welcomed, both for this and for work in the meantime to pay bills. Savings is shrinking.
*PS* Check out the Gallery link up top!
I finally got tired of Gallery dying on me without ever having been touched, so I trashed it and installed something else. If you click on the Gallery link up yonder, you should actually be able to see pictures this time. So far, it’s just the girls, but I’ll get other stuff updated shortly.
My back and my fingers.
Something in my back decided to go on strike last night. It apparently doesn’t want me to move much (or at all), so I am stuck at home instead of working. At least I’ll be home when it’s time to go out for Ava’s first birthday. I still can’t believe that kid’s one year old. Time flies by too fast.
While sitting here trying to think of a way to be productive, I picked up Stephanie. I haven’t played with my guitars much in the last few months, and it shows. My left hand is aching something fierce right about now. It’s a good fierce aching, though. I’m going to need to work on taking care of that.
File under B for “Bonehead maneuver”
So I called the recruiter for Bellevue PD on Friday to inquire as to why I wasn’t selected to go further. He looked into it and called me back today. Page 11, clear as day. “All applications must be returned with copies of the following documents: Birth Certificate, Social Security Card, Driver’s License, High School Diploma, College Diploma. Guess I what I turned in…. Just the application. The Lieutenant is a fantastic human being and agreed to meet with me on Friday so I could turn all that in and have a pseudo-interview. I know it’s just a meeting and not necessarily an official “interview”, but I can’t help but get excited.
There’s still hope…
In organizational news, I now know where my diplomas and birth certificates are.
I don’t have anything positive to report, so, in lieu of yet another Debby Downer post, I present you with this:
pwnt
Peace