It has been a fun-filled week of job interviews . . . not really.

I had two this week: one for VIA on Tuesday, and one at another hotel. It took me two hours to get to this place in Etobicoke, and two full hours to get back. I would have to get a car to do this job, as apparently sometimes the shifts start as early as 4:20am and transit will not help me. The warehouse is not the most accessible place. Also, I would be almost entirely on call, with no set schedule whatsoever and nothing approximating one — I would be called the day before each trip. Finally, I felt like the interviewer was actually almost discouraging me from it throughout, bringing up negatives and being rather cynical about the job. He also told me there was little opportunity for advancement.

So, he didn’t really sell me on it. I did fine, and I stayed positive, but even if I get it I don’t think I’ll accept it. I like having at least an idea of what my schedule will be, and it just isn’t good for Mike and I now. The travel would have been fun, but it would also have been a novelty that would wear off.

The next one was the toughest interview yet — very very tough questions from the two people I met with (separately) over why I left my last job. I was challenged for “taking a step back in my career” and as to whether I could be “loyal” — he actually said that I would only stay “as long as I liked it” (but now I think he was trying to get a rise out of me, to see how I deal with being challenged).

I guess, if I had wanted to be safe and look out only for myself and look only to my potential advancement and the retention of my salary, I could have stayed behind and toughed it out and looked the other way with mouth held firmly shut and my heart somewhere down at shoe-level. But it wasn’t the right place for me.

One of the interviewers kept prying and prying for more details, unsatisfied with the idea that I just wanted to grow in a different environment, as though looking for the dirt. And it began to bug me because, well, I know I need to be screened but I would also like the right to not speak negatively about a prior workplace. A quick check with my references will prove that my performance was great and that I can handle tough guest service situations. But what is the point of staying in a workplace that doesn’t feel right? My life is not about the perfect climb up the career ladder or the money or the face-saving, but I do want to do what makes me feel happy and contributive and empowered.

Rant aside, I have a second interview on Monday for this position, so I must have stood my ground well. We’ll see . . . I really want to be employed again.