DharmaSurfing:  A little denouement developing…

Looks like the cosmos has been working overtime for my benefit this week; I just got off the phone with an HR person to hold a date for an interview next week.

Monday I’m interviewing for a Gal Friday kind of job – the uber-office bitch position for a mystery company.

Thursday I’ve been asked to hold open for an interview for a project coordinator position (read: project bitch).

The jobs are located 40-50 minutes away from my home, in opposite directions.  The first is most likely in a small, Midwestern town with nothing remarkable save for a refinery (and that might well be the company I’d work for).  The other is located in the Armpit-of-America, most likely at a facility serving the automotive industry.  Oh joy.

The compensation for the Office Bitch (hereinafter “OB”) job is not disclosed, but I’m pretty certain it’ll be closer to 20K-30K per year.  There’s a short-term opportunity for advancement, but it will be in a field for which I don’t have a lot of enthusiasm.  Accounting and I are not on intimate terms; I’ve done it often in my career and it just doesn’t rock my world.  It pays the bills, literally and figuratively, but it doesn’t make me jump out of bed at 5:00 am, too excited to get to work.

The compensation for the Project Bitch (hereinafter “PB”) job is 38K – hardly stellar for the location (crime-ridden and bankrupt locale), the commute, the nature of the work – but the work would help me acquire qualifications for PMP certification.

Both jobs offer benefits.  Phew!!!  What a relief!  I’d be so happy to augment my spouse’s cheesy, dwindling healthcare benefits.

Of the two, I’d rather take the PB job, site unseen.  I know exactly what to do, even without seeing the business served or the nature of the projects.  I would have killed to have a PB of my own during my last gig; I spent nearly 40 hours a week doing project bitch work on top of 40 hours a week doing project management work.  A PB would have made my job tolerable.  I could do that, make a project manager’s job tolerable; I can appreciate what it takes to do that, only too well.

On the other hand, working for small companies is fun.  I’ve been an OB before, had a lot of autonomy and a lot of variety in the work I did.  On one occasion, after getting my boss out of a several-thousand dollar scrape with the state tax department (not his fault – his accountant did a boo-boo), my boss whipped out his wallet and gave me several hundred dollars in cash.  Yeah, now that’s incentive!  Only small businesses do that kind of thing, can be that intimate and immediate.  Small businesses also allow people to wear many hats; another company hired me as a production assistant (nice name for another kind of OB), but I was able to work in customer service, sales and accounting as needed.  I learned a hell of a lot that way.

Anyway you look at it, I’m interviewing next week for a position as a bitch, somebody’s low-level grunt, handmaiden to the gods.  I think my challenge will be sucking it up, swallowing my pride and trying not to be a bitch in actuality.

What does one wear to an interview so as not to look bitchy in attitude, but bitch-like in demeanor?  Hmm.

No, the black fishnet stockings are out of the question.  I’m saving them for the interview as office dominatrix or project dominatrix – hereinafter referred to as “OD” and “PD”, respectively.

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