Landry and I have decided it’s a good time for me to start working again. A few months ago I applied for a part time job and got it. It’s nice to be financially contributing to the family. And the schedule is flexible enough that I can plan around family stuff or say “no” on occasion. My boss is generally understanding and grateful for what I’m doing.
But, Landry has asked me twice this week, “Was that in your job description?”. Well, not really. This week I worked on a roof top and climbed a fairly tall vertical ladder to get to a working area. In full disclosure, I was asked in my interview if I was afraid of heights. I was able to say, fairly honestly, that I wasn’t. I think I have a reasonable respect for high places, but it’s not overpowering.
With that said, my hands were shaking after climbing that ladder. I had to stop and give myself a little pep talk about halfway up. Along with the heights was a communication snafu with my schedule. Those are signs. So, I turned in an app for another job in the same organization. That job would have me safely behind a desk and earning more. At this point in my life, I really don’t need to be risking serious injury.
What’s the weirdest question you’ve had in an interview?