Friday, February 10, 2017


You know the look on a child's face when he's expecting an iphone from his parents for his birthday, and he unwraps his gift and sees it's a box of socks and underwear instead?

That's the look I noticed this morning when I arrived for an interview that lasted 13 minutes. It was for a few seconds but I'm perceptive enough to have noticed it. After the phone interview on monday, I was told the face to face interview would last an hour.
Have you ever heard of the term Microexpression?  A microexpression is a brief, involuntary facial expression shown on our faces according to emotions experienced. They usually occur in high-stakes situations, where people have something to lose or gain. They occur when a person is consciously trying to conceal all signs of how they are feeling; they cannot be controlled as they happen in a fraction of a second. Like when your blind date, with whom you've had great phone calls and texts-shows up and she looks less than what you expected.

After I completed the forms the secretary gave me to complete, I sat and waited for the person I have been talking to on the phone to show up. 10 minutes later I heard some high-heeled footsteps walking, I noticed a pause in her steps-like she has someone she wasn't expecting to see. She was about 10 feet away from me. For about 5 seconds there was silence, then she began walking again, and towards me. She approached me with that look I mentioned. She smiled and escorted me to her office.
Of course the position had already been filled that morning, and she'll keep my name on their rosters, and when and if something comes up that would be a good fit, she will let me know. Why didn't she call me to tell me not to show up?

I have another interview this afternoon, about 6 blocks away. It doesn't make sense for me to go home ( I live on the other side of town), so I'm at the library downtown blogging and catching up on current events and reading books with all the other people who don't have jobs. 

(I'm thanking You in advance, Dear Lord, but I admit, I'm not feeling great)

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