Yep, another interview...this time for an "Executive Assistant" position at, of all places, a beer distributor. DH thinks that's pretty funny. I like to drink beer, you see. He even got me a drink koozy that says "real women drink beer."
So he wonders if I'll get part of my pay in brewskies.
The pay offered is a bit less than I'd wanted, but the benefits appear to be generous. "Full Medical/Dental," whatever that means - does that mean employees don't pay part of their premiums? Also a 401K with 6% matching. And "Full Vacation Benefits," again, whatever that means. I guess it means they still send you a paycheck while you take your two weeks off, which is what most employers do for full-timers anyway, but I guess you can't take anything for granted.
Looks like a convenient location, the job's reporting to the company owner (just like my last FT job), he sounded like a nice guy on the phone, and he said "we're pretty casual here so don't worry about dressing up." Music to my ears, I don't have to run out and buy a new work wardrobe.
My kids seem to have accepted the idea of my going to work. Daughter actually said tonight that she hoped I got the job. Why? So we could afford to take our cats into the vet for checkups.
They're fine, don't worry, but of course they're her babies and we gotta take care of the babies.
I think I might like the job -- I know I'm qualified, even though it's not something I've done *exactly* before. So if you would, just say a little prayer or send good non-denominational vibes to the universe that if the job is good for me, I'll get it.