To Pick or Not To Pick?

Before I get to my story about picking ... let me first thank all of you who saw me up town during convention and stopped to give me a love and a hug. It was absolutely fantastic and I had so much fun getting reacquainted with you. I miss and love you all and this was such a fun way to re-connect. How about next year if I plan the dinner and the shoe box swap. Wouldn't that be a fun evening? And maybe I could even talk Jaron and Lori to showing up and helping with the event too ... wink wink! Many, many thanks to Dawn Rapsas, Belinda King, and Lydia Fiedler for inviting me to their events!

I stopped by the Marriott Sunday to pick up a friend and ran into more demos as they were heading off to the airport. What a reunion! I still can't believe how much love you all have for me. Your love strengthens and supports me and I can't thank you enough! Kisses to you all!

O.K. ... so to pick or not to pick? Yesterday was an interesting day. A VERY interesting day. There's a retail store that's opening up just a mile away from my home. On a whim I decided to go on-line and apply. "I'll take anything", I thought. I answered a few on-line questions and immediately was scheduled for an interview at 3:00 that day. "Yippee, a real-live interview!" Before closing out of the website I read that we were to dress professionally, come with four personal references, arrive 20 minutes prior to our interview, and have our application in-hand and filled out. Now comes the interesting part. As I arrived for the interview I noticed a LOT of people in ALL kinds of dress. There were short-shorts, tank tops, tattoos, piercings, black chipped fingernails, facial hair, and most everyone in the room were young enough to be my grand-children. I knew right away that I had made a big mistake and this was a waste of my time. But then I recalled the words of my daughter, Natalie. "Mom, this is good for you. It will give you experience." Well, if nothing else it will give me something funny to write about on my blog!

Back to the picking ... So, I noticed a young boy with a faded, too-tight t-shirt, with a picture of a walrus on the front and very, very, too-tight faded jeans. He had a scraggly red, chin hair thing. I watched him filling out his application, (remind you ... we were supposed to have it filled out when we arrived) and then he stood up and picked his melvin in the back (wedgie for those of you who don't know what a melvin is) and then as he walked to the front of the room he adjusted his front. So, the answer to the question is, "Don't pick when you're in public. And for heavens sake borrow or buy a pair of dress pants that fit!"

So ... on to the interview. Very, very interesting. I've never had a group interview before. They selected about 12 of us to go into a room and we sat in a circle and the asst. store manager and her asst. asked us two questions. All of us had the same two questions and we went around the room in a circle. Then she left the room and there was dead silence. Finally I piped up and said that there were really secret cameras hidden in the room and they were spying on us to see how we interact with each other. That created a lot of laughter and we started chatting with each other. She came back into the room and said how refreshing it was to hear laughter. Usually she enters and you can hear a pin drop.

After she excused everyone she asked this young boy and I to stay afterwards to sign our application. I was puzzled because I knew that I had already signed it. As we went to get our applications she whispered to us that she wanted to hire us on the 'spot' but she didn't want the others to know. That's why she told us to come sign our applications. As we were filling out additional paper work she asked me if I had ever had cash flow experience. I drew a blank for a minute and then remembered that I used to be a teller in a bank years ago. She was elated because that's the position she slated me for. I will be doing the store deposits, along with sales, and can come into the store as early as 5:00 a.m. and be home by noon. How perfect is that? I don't know what the salary is, probably not much, but IT'S A JOB and I got it over those young whipper-snappers!

Got to run ... I have morning Relief Society.

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