Blessed Release

My back finally relaxed about 11:00 AM and I could walk more like a human and less like a neanderthal. It acts up once or twice a year, reminding me that it's still there. I'm still staying off the bike until Monday.

The interview at Rural Clinics went well, aside from the fact I was not qualified in the least bit of the job. They're looking for a Fiscal person; I'm a Data Analyst type. They sent me the essential tasks for the position and it clearly stated they wanted someone to financially represent the office. In fact, of the seven essential tasks listed, I felt comfortable with...one...the very last one...the least important task on the list. But I knew that going in and I told bluntly told them that, too. If honesty cost me the job, then it isn't a job I want.

The upside to me, I added, is that I'm a clean slate and that I can be trained. I said you want someone with good personal traits that can blend with the rest of the office. People can be trained to do Financial or Excel stuff, but you can't train them to be enthusiastic or punctual or a good teammate. I'd rather have the latter and train the person to meet the office mission than bring in a jerk who can add.

Anyway, I left the office feeling pretty good about the interview (except for my tendency ... habit ... committment to blather on ... like I'm doing right now). If they offer me the job, a remote possibility, I dunno what I will do.

Finished The Da Vinci Code and checked out Moneyball, but I've got to get ready for the OFFL Draft tomorrow. Get to spend all day in beautiful Mustang, Nevada, the home of late, lamented Mustang Ranch. True Story: in its last days of existence, the federal government took possession of ol' Joe Conforte's place to recoup unreported and unpaid income taxes, and even installed a federal agent as the on-site overseer of business. Yep, the Mustang Ranch was a public entity and had a female IRS agent as a madam. You can make your own obvious jokes from here.