I'm fairly certain that anyone who knows me, even just a little, would say that I take being a parent pretty seriously. It's a great job really. Not that I was remotely qualified or ready for the duty but somehow, someway, we've muddled through. And like most jobs there's a portion of the job that is great...so naturally there's a portion that sucks. A couple of weeks ago, I got a primo reminder of this. [Flashback time] When Kristie and I bought our first house back in 1988, we had a plan. First the house. Then a dog and a cat. Then kids. Oh yea, before kids, we needed a car. And we executed that plan. Our nifty little house in Highlands Ranch was really nice, for a "starter" home. Two weeks later, we went to the Denver Dumb Friends League and picked out a nice little Golden Retriever/Aussie puppy and a tiny little black and white kitten. The dog was named Sadie, the cat Rita. Phase two of the plan complete. We went on to successfully execute the rest of...
When I got home from my first interview, Kristie and the girls grilled me...and my response was that I have no idea how I did. And that's the truth. I could've just as easily imagined never hearing from them as getting a call from them. How they could ever use this process to weed out candidates is beyond me. So I was a little surprised, when a couple of days later, I got a call from the store manager (who was one of the 3 at the first interview) telling me that she'd like me to come in for a second interview. Cool. Then it got weird [again]. She told me that she couldn't find my profile in the computer and couldn't find my piece of "official" piece of paper that I filled out...right at the end of the first interview, an interview with one of the leading leaders in technology, an interview that to get to I had to complete a form on the computer, they had us put our name, phone and email address on a piece of scratch paper.....but I digress. okkkaaaaa...