Employ Me, Redux

My last interview was last Friday. It was short and sweet and I thought it went well. And you know what, I bet the interviewer thought it went well, too. So I called her up today to touch base and get some idea of whether or not I should still be searching in Hardcore mode or take it down a notch or two, maybe to Average mode.

Turns out she hadn't called me back yet because she had more interviews to do with other people. Fair enough. I can handle some competition, right?

Wrong. The last interviewee went in some time today, with more industry experience under his belt than my year of retail/customer service could possibly muster. So now I must hope the boss of bosses just "likes me" more, or thinks I look more "professional" than the other applicant.

I'm a nice guy, and I clean up pretty well, especially for trips to Interview-Land. But the truth is, I really don't stand a chance.

So, on to other opportunities. I contacted a local staffing firm, sent in a resume, registered on the web site, and spoke to one of their representatives on the phone. She said her firm needs, as employers often do, several proofs of ID/citizenship. Well, my major ones (SS Card and passport) are in a safety deposit box back home in New Jersey because I am ultra-paranoid of losing and/or damaging them.

Solution: Hope that a notarized copy of my passport, in conjunction with my driver's license, will be enough to prove I am, in fact, a citizen and that I am, in fact, authorized to work in the United States.

As rent day approaches, those insurance-pyramid frauds that make up the bulk of the emails I get from Monster and CareerBuilder are starting to look tempting.

So, I await the call back and possible rejection from one while, in the mean time, my ability to prove my very legality to the other hangs precariously in the balance.

And that skyline used to be so much less desaturated.

Image via Flickr user dsearls.