Since the beginning of the year, people have come to me for advice, a listening ear, and help with either homework or infromation about events on campus.  Because of my...um...ocd, I know these things.  Not because I like to get involved on-campus, but because I like to be informed.  Anyway, with all of this I have been encouraged since last fall to apply to be a resident assistant for next fall.

I got into it.  I thought it would be a good idea.  Now I REALLY want this job.

It's a chance to do what I have been doing, to be a mentor, an example, and a friend. 

It helps that RA's also get their housing and meal plans paid for.

Also, in light of my experiences with, um, medical...things, I am also familiar with the campus Wellness Clinic, the local InstaCare, and basic first aid.  We've already discussed this part...

http://cedarbird.joeuser.com/article/167035/Stupid_Stupid_stupid_stupid

http://cedarbird.joeuser.com/article/300721/All_Yalls_better_read_this_one

I needed to convince "them."  The interviewers.  Now realize that I've never really interviewed before.  My job at the bank was easy because the people knew me already.  I wasn't GIVEN the job, but I had the "know who."  My custodian job is a given..."are you willing to wake up at six?"  "sure," "okay, you're hired."

Easy.  Not so with this one.  Tell me if this is a normal interview question:  "If you were on an island with no chance of escape, what would you bring and why?"

          A gun.  (gasp from them) to shoot me some food-stuffs.  Matches, to cook my food.................and........(this is where I went terribly, terribly wrong)...a computer, with magical internet, to email my friends to come and get me.

Later:  "If you were a shoe, what type would you be and why?"

          I nearly said my hooker boots just to see how they would react, but I decided on my old cross trainers.  Because, "they, like me, are dependable, comfortable, useful, and will never let you down."  I thought that was a good one.

The worst was "Tell us a little about yourself."  Crap.  I totally had no idea what to say.  I talked about my major, my previous job, and where I was from.  And that's it.

I fail at life.  I know I didn't get it.  I suck, I suck, I suck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think I had a panic attack, hyperventilation, rapid heartbeat, panicy mind...it was not fun.

Doesn't help that my best friend keeps mentioning how they were talking to one of his references, and how more girls applied than guys,,,I'm THIS close to exacting revenge for all the crap he put me through this year, just for comments like those.  And I've told him as much.  Grr.  I SUCK!!!