For those who haven’t read that post, the response I usually give is “I prefer to focus on doing the best job I can in the position I’m in, and I know that if I do a good job, opportunities will make themselves available.” It’s most useful for younger applicants, I think, who aren’t on a set career path yet, but it’s a good way of providing a thoughtful and somewhat confounding answer to someone who probably pulled that question off a list of “Top interview questions to ask”. Most people interviewing you, remember, don’t actually have a ton of experience interviewing people and don’t really know what answer they are hoping to get from that one. They often are just looking for how you react to it.
Now, I have had people who have come back to me and said “They didn’t like that answer; they felt it was too vague or too rehearsed” but if someone asks you that question and doesn’t like the fact that you respond with wanting to do a good job in the position they are hiring you for, that’s a sign they are not planning to hire you into a healthy work environment. It can also be a sign they view interviewing as a competitive sport and are mad you had a good answer ready (some people are so anxious about interviewing others that they treat it as if it’s something you can win or lose, rather than a conversation about whether a given person is suited to a given job). I know some people just want a damn job to pay their bills and I get that, but if someone reacts negatively to that response, reflect on what it means for the culture of that workplace.
When y’all fake conversations in your heads do you sometimes say random sentences out loud too? I was just tying my shoes and said very sternly and loudly “I DO know how ants work, fucker”
As usual, I would quibble with some of the details. But, interesting piece.
Also, one thing I was very surprised the author didn’t go into, along with the other relatively recent changes to the milling process? All the flour used to be made from hominy. Besides the significant flavor/texture differences, not knowing to treat the grain properly is how you get pellagra. Eliminate that extra treatment step, and you just aren’t going to get the same results at all, besides possibly very sick if you don’t have a well-enough balanced diet otherwise to make up for the reduced nutritional value.
(It also works really well, IME, to use part masa harina instead of other flours for better texture and flavor with the standard commercial roller ground meal. Without adding gluten where it never belonged.)
Today is the 32nd anniversary of my lover Jeff Leibowitz’s death. He died sometime either during the night or during the early morning of February 11, 1986. He was first diagnosed with karposi sarcoma, now recognized as an AIDS related opportunistic infection, on his 30th birthday on September 9, 1980. We had only been together for six months. I swore to him that I would never leave him. I never did. I was with him until the end.
Out of the many things that I have done in my life, I am proudest of this. I stayed with him in those scary days when no one knew what was happening. I went dancing with him, I shaved his head, I gave him his first pork chop. I took care of him and fought for him in those terrible early days. Jeff changed my life. What he had to go through in the early days of the HIV epidemic was nightmarish. He is the reason why I became an AIDS activist. After he died, I swore that no one should go through what he did.
I will always be grateful to my family for immediately accepting him as a member of the family, immediately, especially when his own family couldn’t or refused to deal with his illness. My family would kiss and hug him in the days when no one knew how the disease was spread.
Our relationship started when we met at a Christmas party for what was then called the Gay Switchboard of New York. We were both in the kitchen standing by the garbage can when someone said, “Where’s the trash?” and we looked at each other. We laughed and started talking. It ended six years later when I was shoveling dirt onto his coffin in a traditional Jewish funeral.
I really have no idea where I would be now if it weren’t for Jeff. I will always be grateful for having Jeff in my life and I will always miss him. Always.
www.paypal.me/calebcinaedHello loves, I have a very good chance of getting this wheelchair on Sunday afternoon for the amazing price of $260 which I currently don’t have. I can’t afford to pass this up, so if you’re able to donate, I would greatly appreciate it! My hips, knees, and ankles will thank you too!
I just pulled a brilliant move, and grabbed the wrong tube of goop to smear on that skin rash. Antiseptic cream instead of cortisone, and just about noticed “hey, this doesn’t smell right” before it started stinging like hell. (Yay, chlorhexidine on broken skin. And they sell the crap here for cuts and scrapes 😨)
Got it washed off, no real harm just aggravation. But, if there was any lingering doubt that I’m totally done for the day? Not after that little dumbass episode.
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