Wendy Has A Mullet

Dear Portland,
Some job related things happened today. And one event not related to anything.
In order of occurrence.

At 10:18 this morning I got a call from Jo-Ann Fabrics & Crafts to come in at 12:00 for an interview. Very awesome. I got there 25 minutes early, intending to be early by only 10 (it astounds me how close everything is even with "traffic"). The girl at the cash register used her headset to locate "Wendy." Wendy came out from somewhere, I didn't see where. She looked me up and down and said, "Are you Sadie?" I said, "Yes. Hi." Before I could put out my hand to shake hers, she had turned and said, "Come on back then." Uhhhh, ok. Weird, no handshake then. Maybe later? So she walks into this ugly little office, she doesn't tell me where to sit (I guessed correctly), hardly even looks up from my application to listen to my answers. All I can do is think, this is Wendy, she decides my fate and she has a mullet. She asked me why I came to Kalispell and where I came from. I tell her. She asks me why I chose Kalispell specifically. I tell her. She then looks at me as if I have a worm growing out of my eyebrow but suddenly decides to be "polite" and not interrupt me. Everything else I say after this question is completely disregarded. I could have been talking about horseshit and she would not have heard a single word. It felt like it took forever but really the whole ordeal lasted about 15 minutes. Weird how the passing of time is so situation specific...
Anyway, leaving in a bit of a discombobulated manner, I get in my truck and drive back into town. I am thinking about this whole strange encounter an am getting angrier by the minute. Not once did she shake my hand, thank me for my time or application, hold a door open for me, or even SMILE! I can't remember a time when I have felt more judged in the lowliest of ways. I am shocked at the pure lack of professionalism. This place is a chain; they have a NATIONAL reputation to keep up. Where does Wendy with a mullet get off judging me up and down without listening to a single thing I had to say?
So, this made miss you desperately Portland. I have been on countless interviews in every neighborhood, and always, I was greeted and bid farewell with a smile and a handshake. Even when we both knew I wasn't going to get the job, formalities were kept up and it was always a pleasant learning experience.

My dear friend Ben sent me a quote today that seems appropriate:
"When you're going through hell, keep going."
-Winston Churchill

In other news, Camas Creek Yarns asked me to come back tomorrow when the owner will for sure be in. I hope more then any other job, this one works out.

In other other news, I went to my coffee shop and asked about a job there. The barista happily took my resume and talked about the job a little bit. That's good news. Still no one I have asked knows anything about the Waldorf School that is supposedly here.

And as promised, the news that is not related to anything at all.
On my way home from other errands (Home Depot), I was on 5th Ave, a fairly busy street, a few block from my house, when I saw an older couple driving down the street on an ATV. Yeah, for real. Just cruising along with the rest of traffic. Whoa.