Kick Me When I'm Down

In between my last post and the one you're reading right now, I applied for a new job. I've been at my current company for over a year, and I had planned to stay on briefly while I sought WAY better paying opportunities.

And it seemed I had found one at a large, boutique firm that had a very well-furnished office and polished employees so obviously I woulda been gettin' paid! They called me in for an interview, and I must have nailed it because they called me back in for a second interview to meet the partner of the department I would have been joining. Things went (well at least looked like they went) great. We were talking about her kids, books, and just generally having a great time. It didn't even feel like a formal interview.

Then I met her. THE BITCH. It was the girl for whose position they were hiring. She just had a baby, which you could tell by what looked like a small tire around her waist, and was resigning to become an important stay at home mom.

Let me get to the main reason as to why I now consider her a mortal enemy. She asked me what a chapter 7 was. I told her. She asked me again. I gave her an even longer exegesis on the definition of a chapter 7. She asked me what a chapter 13 was. I told her. She asked me the difference between a chapter 7 and a chapter 13. Hmmm, if I just told you what a chapter 7 is and what a chapter 13 is, wouldn't it be obvious to any mind capable of reasoning that I knew the distinctions between the two since I had just outlined them? After another long explanation of the difference between the two chapters, she then lectured me for 5 minutes on the meanings of chapters 7 & 13. Really, bitch, really?

From there it was a spiraling descent into further condescension directed at me from her. I honestly have not been talked down to in the way that she talked down to me since I was maybe 12. Because I figured that this was some trick part of the interview process that they chose not to disclose beforehand to me, I didn't say anything combative to her, at the expense of my own pride and defense.

I didn't say that she looked horrible after having her baby. I didn't say that the 6 month paralegal degree from Clayton State of which she boasted sounded like a steaming piece of garbage. I didn't say that she should look forward to being spoken to in the same manner in which she was addressing me once her baby is school aged and she tries to re-enter the workforce after having 5 years of 'stay at home mom' as the most recent experience on her resume. I didn't say any of the things that were boiling to the top of my skull and about to spill out through my ears.

No, I'm just going to wait for the westernized idea of karma to do it's thing. What goes around comes around whether we like it or not, whether it's good or bad. Maybe I was treated that way because of the way I've treated someone in the past. But at least I know that she'll experience the same belittling at some point in her life. I just wish it would be in the near future and that I would be around to see it happen to her. Darn the luck!

Anywho, after putting up with her verbal abuse, I was politely informed that they hired someone for the position, i.e. hired someone other than me.

The whole experience left me with bitter feelings, because not only was I made to feel like shit about the knowledge I have acquired over the past year plus - thinking maybe it was some sort of ritual hazing they do to prospective candidates - but then I wasn't even offered the job. In conclusion, I don't like the fat mom, and I don't like her firm.