An Interview Gone Well

I had my first interview with this round of unemployed status. It was with ADP in Downtown Portland. Overall the job sounds like it would be great. The atmosphere seemed a little bit quiet to me, but I can deal with that, I've got an iPod (c:

At the end of the interviewing with the 2nd person (it was a 90 minute interview), the supervisor (the interviewer) took me around to introduce me to the group that I would be working with. Typically, I would not think a manager/supervisor would do that unless seriously interested in a candidate. I know if I were in that position, I would not introduce someone I did not believe to be a very good candidate.

So, if offered this position, I am really going to have to see what kinds of travel arrangements I can make. I may end up just using the public transit system for a while and then try to find a carpool buddy. Who knows. If they offer me what I was asking for, then I'd be happy to take the job and figure something out. It would be a great job to start a career and potentially find a long-term employer. They did tell me that this would not be the high-paced environment I have gotten used to, and ya know what? I can dig that.

Locked Out

I feel like such a tard! I left my house today to go get the mail, got back home and left my keys on the hook by the door. After I began sifting through my mail I found that I had a package at our association office. So I put my shoes back on and hoofed it over to the office.

Well... I grabbed my package and headed back home, as I am walking up the driveway I reach for my keys. DAMN! They are on the hook inside the house. House is locked! I walk back to the office thinking we have left a key with them. Nope. Allison is in Yakima for a conference, so I can't call her. And nobody else has the key. DAMN DAMN!

So now I'm stuck outside. I ask the office for a phone book and call a locksmith. $50 later and an hour standing outside looking like a moron, and I'm back in the house.

I talked to Allison and told her this story, and apparently one of her colleagues' husband's did the same thing. Well... he did it a bit differently, but effect was the same. He decided to break into his home though. I think I went the cheaper route.

So... that sucked.