Fake Out

Hello friends! I'm still plodding along, doing my best, and of course, still on the job hunt.
Now several months ago, I caught a call on my phone from an unknown number. "Hello?" I answered, completely caught off guard and confused as who this mysterious person might be.
The caller turned out to be a woman calling from a temp agency who was interested in connecting me with a potential temporary job. I asked her how she got my information and it turned out to be from Career Builder, which I vaguely remember adding my resume to months ago. The job, she informed me, was for a magazine that was fairly well known. "You would know it if you heard it." She said, "but I can't tell you who it is until the interview."

I was a little wary but slightly intrigued so I agreed to meet with her. During the days leading up to the interview, I wondered and thought about who the job could be for. My best guess (and hope) was for a company like Oxford University Press or something similar. The morning of, I freaked out because I didn't have any business type-interview clothes. I enlisted my mother's help and even then, to me, nothing looked right. I finally threw something on and headed to my interview.

The office was in midtown Manhattan. It was clean, spacious and felt friendly. I told the woman at the desk who I was and who I was waiting for, then sat down. The woman I was interviewing with came out. Let's call her Mary. She was tall, with greying hair pulled into a bun, big wire rimmed glasses, dressed in a white shirt and brown slacks. I remembered that I was wearing these blue pants with green flowers and leaves all over them and Mary said, "Those are some wild pants!" I thanked her, nervously wondering if that was a good or a bad thing.

We walked into her office and sat down. She began by asking me to tell me about myself, so I told her about my school, internships since graduation, etc. She then prefaced her revelation of what the job would actually be, with an explanation that it would be part-time secretary work, as well as some editing. I nodded, waiting. "Well the job, is a little unusual. But...it's at a gun magazine." She said, looking (I think) for a reaction from me.

There was silence for a minute or so and then I just said, "Oh...Um...Well would it be a problem if my beliefs conflicted with theirs?"

"No not at all. You would just be editing some of their pieces."

Oh all the places. A gun magazine? Of course I would be the person to get that interview. I was a combination of stunned, frustrated, and amused. It took me about one minute to turn the job down. I'm not picky, but there was no way I was ever working there, part-time or otherwise. But Mary took my information down and promised to call me with other job offers she found.
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As I stepped into the elevator, my morning freakout, worries, and stress floated away from me. I had made a big deal out of nothing. I was also inwardly laughing and groaning. This could only happen to me. And that is how I had my first ever job interview since graduating college.