Then There Were Three

I arrived at social services 2 minutes before the interview was to begin.

I heard an obese woman with a dirty shirt scream, "You come anywhere near me you mother-fucker! That restraining order. Remember, jackass?"

I thought maybe I was in the wrong building. But then a kind woman about 50ish, carrying a clipboard and as if she were a waitress at Applebees, said, "Your name, please?"

She told me that they were changing their interview style today. Turns out it was the same style as the last one: A THREE person panel interview ("And maybe four," she said). We had 20 minutes to prepare for the interview, getting a copy of the nine questions and the opportunity to sit in a quiet room. Two other interviewees sat scribbling on paper in what looked like a testing room.

Well, it went pretty well. The questions were nearly identical to the previous panel interview. The last one was with the state, this one was with the county's HR department. I added some things that I thought I should have added last time. I made 'em laugh; made 'em cry.

Okay, maybe they didn't cry, but they did laugh and smile. But I also think they were just trying to be friendly and human. (At least one of them was with Human Resources, after all.)

So now I'm back to waiting. They're calling past employers and personal references.
Maybe mid-June they said.