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I had the most BIZARRE interview (if you could call it that) on Friday. I was meeting with a lady with 2 kids, even though I really only want to fill one spot. I told her that I'd meet with her and if everything seemed like a FANTASTIC match, I'd take both kids.
She calls 1 minute before she is supposed to arrive. She got pulled over by the cops. Then, she got lost. Supposed to be here at 6:00 and gets here at 6:10. Takes 5 minutes to get into the house. I show her the kitchen and outside and then one kid asks to use the bathroom. She goes in there with both kids (the one who asked is 5 years old!) and stays in there for 10 minutes! She comes out and at this point, it's 6:30. I told her that I allowed 45 minutes for an interview, but I need to be out of my house at 6:45. We would have to make things brief. Then, she rushed out of the house (not even taking the 15 minutes I offered her) and told me she'd call me on the way home with questions. What? Questions about what? My bathroom!?:
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Anyway, at 6:45 my husband and I walk to the driveway. The lady is still in her car. I went to her window to tell her that I'm going out and she could email me with questions (knowing very well I'm never going to accept this family). This lady is eating fried chicken sitting in her car. She has paper plates and forks, the whole ordeal. Kids are munching away too. What in the WORLD?! She looks surprised to see me and is like "Oh, we're just leaving."
Whatever lady. I left her in the driveway eating.::
She calls 1 minute before she is supposed to arrive. She got pulled over by the cops. Then, she got lost. Supposed to be here at 6:00 and gets here at 6:10. Takes 5 minutes to get into the house. I show her the kitchen and outside and then one kid asks to use the bathroom. She goes in there with both kids (the one who asked is 5 years old!) and stays in there for 10 minutes! She comes out and at this point, it's 6:30. I told her that I allowed 45 minutes for an interview, but I need to be out of my house at 6:45. We would have to make things brief. Then, she rushed out of the house (not even taking the 15 minutes I offered her) and told me she'd call me on the way home with questions. What? Questions about what? My bathroom!?:
:Anyway, at 6:45 my husband and I walk to the driveway. The lady is still in her car. I went to her window to tell her that I'm going out and she could email me with questions (knowing very well I'm never going to accept this family). This lady is eating fried chicken sitting in her car. She has paper plates and forks, the whole ordeal. Kids are munching away too. What in the WORLD?! She looks surprised to see me and is like "Oh, we're just leaving."
Whatever lady. I left her in the driveway eating.:
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