Unfortunate Prejudices

Well, my interview for the Bioterrorist Assistant job was yesterday and I honestly have no feel for how it went. The woman I was supposed to interview with was called for jury duty so the office was obviously scrambling to cover for her. I appreciate that they didn't just cancel the interviews. It's hard enough getting psyched up for one of these without having it thrown into limbo at the last moment.

Either I responded to the signals I was getting from the interviewers that they were horribly rushed or I'm simply getting desperate; but when they asked me why I applied for the job I just cut right to the chase. I said that every single item listed in the job description was something I had a great deal of experience with and had done extremely well while working at OMC. Emergency Preparedness and Disaster Response were two areas that I’d had a chance to become familiar with and was interested in learning more about. And I told them flat out that the reason OMC had finally decided to participate in the MidAmerica Regional Council on ER Prep and hire an ER Prep manager was because of the research I did and the report I wrote that showed OMC was conspicuous in its non-participation. In all, it was a very fast, condensed, straight-to-the-point interview. Very little time for subtlety or finesse.

I was a little put off by the fact the office is at the main location for the County Public Health Clinic. I had to make my way to the front desk through a room full of pregnant Hispanic women and their small children. And I am just bigoted enough—thanks to all those years growing up in Texas-- that it made me uncomfortable. It makes me sound like a horrid person I know, but Hispanic people are the one minority that I can’t accept easily. I just can’t get past the idea that most of them are illegal aliens spitting on the laws of my country just by being here, and seeing them sucking up my taxpayer money like they’re entitled to it hardens my heart to them.

I’m aware of the irony of someone like me harboring a prejudice for any group. And I know the fact that I can’t tell the welfare guzzling wetbacks from the honest Hispanic immigrants means that I probably turn away from hard working, no-different-from-me people who don’t deserve my scorn. Still and all, I could be happy working in an office surrounded by people of any ethnicity, religion, or sexual persuasion (mostly because I don’t care about their personal issues as long as they have manners, are a good co-worker, and don’t do anything that otherwise pisses me off) but walking through that lobby each day will put a little blot on every single morning.

So almost certainly the fact that I don’t like the surroundings will ensure that I get the job.

Different topic: I learned about a new LiveJournal by one of the ladies on the Wilde About Ellowyne Yahoo group. It’s call Fern’s Words, and it’s written from the perspective of her Pale Memories Ellowyne doll, Fern. I found it charming, whimsical, and well written. I added it to the list of my favorite links, to take the place of the Treehouse Doll a Day blog that regrettably shut down.

Here’s one of the latest doll photos to enchant me, Gene this time. Don’t’ know exactly which Gene this is or who made the dress, I don’t even know who’s website I found it on. I was just surfing a few days ago and came across it. But I adore it, and it’s lovely, so here it is:

All right, I can't stop at one. Here's a couple more from the same website. Pretty sure the last one is Hibiscus Gene. Wish I kew who runs that site, I'd certainly give them the credit due them for the wonderful photography and costumes.