Oh, also? Another interview tip? Write a thank-you note. They mentioned it twice. Do people not do that anymore?

Somehow, in the course of our deep discussions in the comments yesterday, it was decided that I am going to update my resume to include that passage from my 10th-grade diary. So instead of my career focus, the top of my resume is just gonna say, "You know, I've got a lot more going for me than most people. I have straight teeth, lenient rules, a nice house…"

Except I think I should keep my original misspelling of "lenient."

I tried to photograph for you my nice interview outfit, but how do you photograph an entire outfit? How do you solve a problem like Maria? I couldn't even do it in the mirror without the flash ruining everything. Anyway, here's my interview head. Which makes a huge difference to the world.

175dollarsweater

Do you worry that I never leave the room with the orange crate pictures?

Here's an interview tip for girls: eat something. Yesterday I made me some toast, which I was so enjoying until Henry started licking it, and who ordered all these pets? So that ended that, and a few hours later I remembered to have a little leftover stir fry, but it was maybe a fistful of stir fry, not that I ate it out of my fist, and anyway I got to the dang Office of Excitement 40 minutes early because I am a psychopath, so I paid the parking meter and sat in my car for 30 minutes.

I cannot begin to tell you how much I am not over the difference between parking rates in downtown Greensboro versus anywhere in stupid Los Angeles. First of all, usually LA parking meters insist you have a quarter. What are you, a tampon machine? Who just happens to have a quarter at all times? And do you THINK businesses are willing to give you quarters for your dollars? Oh HELL no. They don't care about your business. Cuba Gooding Jr. is buying something. They don't need June Gardens' $49 purchase.

Also too, it is 6 minutes for a dollar or something to park in LA. I am barely exaggerating. Yesterday I put four quarters in the meter and got I think two hours. Go, Greensboro.

At any rate, as I sat there listening to Howard Stern and growing more and more concerned about Artie Lange, it occurred to me I felt a tad hungry. It was edging up on 3:00, and all I'd had was cat-licked toast and a fist. I chewed some Trident because dentists tell you to, but by the time I waltzed into that building? Oh, I felt dizzy. So I'm certain I seemed bright and on top of things during the interview.

Also thrice, I had to walk past construction workers, and I was all, oh no. Here we go. I have to hear all kinds of catcalls and see lewd gestures and such, right before an interview.

Yeah. Hi. I'm 44.

You know what's sad? Someone who's 44 and doesn't know it. Once my friend Sleeping Beauty and I drank at a Holiday Inn bar, and we were young and nubile, but there was this woman who was probably …44, and she had on yellow thigh-high boots, trying to get young and nubile probably construction workers to dance with her, and it was sad. That was me yesterday, hoping against hope that that crew of The Village People, there, would start chattering like monkeys when my middle-aged self walked by. One kind of nodded his head, and I noticed that they did all watch kind of concernedly when I minced over a slushy patch. So I wouldn't break a hip. In my thigh-high yellow boots.

The POINT of my story is, the second interview seemed to go well. I met my would-be boss's boss, and he was really really nice, and they showed me around the office. You know that's always a good sign. They don't show someone around the office if you ain't gettin' the job. What's the point? I'd have a–gasp!–cubicle for the first time since 1998, but it'd be the corner one in the window so I guess I'll suck it up. What am I gonna do, demand my new boss move out her office so I can have it?

You know, I have a lot more going for me than most people in this office. I have a $175 sweater marked down to $19, I have a nice office that I kicked my new boss out of…

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Author: June

At one point, I was sort of hot, in a "she's 27 and probably a 7" kind of a way. Now I'm old and have to develop a charming personality. Guess how that's going.

68 thoughts on “Oh, also? Another interview tip? Write a thank-you note. They mentioned it twice. Do people not do that anymore?”

  1. They must have been impressed by your killer class ring. Good going!
    Oh, love your interview top. Great color for you (and me).

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  2. I second Joy’s comment.
    People think they deserve the job, therefore they don’t realize the need to follow up with a thank you note or card. You are an intelligent, thoughtful individual. With the exclusion of your readership, the balance of the America just doesn’t get it.
    This country’s going to hell in a hand basket.

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  3. I hear you about the parking meters. We lived in the OC until a couple of years ago, and those meters at the beach are total pigs. Especially in Laguna, yikes! Since moving to New Mexico I have yet to see a single parking meter anywhere.
    Although I did have to pay for eight days worth of parking at the El Paso airport when I went out of town last fall. Cost me $28. Total. That would have been like three hours at LAX.
    The Great Southwest totally is great… once in a while.
    You look adorable, btw.

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  4. oh yes being shown the office? you’re in like flynn. hope you popped out and got those hot zebra shoes.
    and, i totally got a job based on the fact that i send a thank you note.
    three, i keep forgetting to tell you that i’m all obsessing about seeing that arrow in FEDEX. every ding dang time.

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  5. Yes to the thank you! I inteviewed hundreds of candidates and only received a small number of thank yous. They weren’t expected, but were appreciated.
    That is your color!! Lovely!
    At least the construction workers didn’t call you “ma’am.” Grocery store baggers seem to call me that a lot. Don’t like it at all!

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  6. Lovely sweater. Did you mention your nice stereo while dazzling them with your straight teeth?
    Good luck! I hope you get the job!

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  7. Okay, I’ve been meaning to ask about the ma’am thing.. I’m 24, and it’s starting to occur to me that where I used to ma’am everyone, being a respectful young girl, now people in my outside world dealings are my age or younger.. When am I supposed to start calling ladies miss? Should I miss ladies that are clearly older than me anyway? I’m thinkng waitresses mostly.. Should I just get really good at noting their names every time? Help me out BBP folks, I’m at a loss..
    Oh and also too, parking meters in Boston are awful too. 15 minutes per quarter, only quarters. It’s like LA except freezing cold and the strawberries suck.

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  8. 1–You are so funny! As if you didn’t know that, right?
    2–The sweater is a perfect color for you.
    3–Hope you get the job. Hay, hay a cube by a window, that’s cool.
    4–Write the Thank You note!

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  9. Are you gonna be like Peter Gibbons in your cubicle? Eating Cheetos and playing video games, then eventually get a drill, take the screws out of the walls and knock them all down so you can see out the window? Have a meeting with the Bob’s? Man I love that movie…
    Waitresses have told me they HATE it when people “Ma’am” or “Miss” them. They like to be called by their name. So I always ask their name if they don’t have a tag…
    Lately I have been getting a lot of “Mr. Hulk” this, and “Mr. Hulk” that…kind of freaks me out because I am so immature and I can’t understand anyone on earth showing me that level of respect…
    Good for you, Junie. Write ’em dead, kid…
    See what I did there?

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  10. I agree, you looked great. Did you sneak a picture of yourself into anyone’s cube?
    I keep forgetting to tell you to check out pamie.com. She has been posting letters that she wrote when she was fifteen. Sadly she did not have a killer class ring or dazzling white teeth.

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  11. June…your eyes are blue, blue, blue in your Ann Taylor wares. 3 blues! I agree with writing thank you’s & writing letters in general. It’s a lost art. When you meet your co-workers at your new job that you will surely get due to your straight teeth & Hope Diamond, please start every introduction with your 10th-grade diary passage. You will be so popular.
    Parking. We are in the midst of a parking fiasco in my little German Texas town. The Who’s & What’s of the city decided to designate all parking downtown as 2 hour parking. It’s still free, mind you. This did not go over well with the townsfolk. The Who’s & What’s might as well have said they were drowning bags of puppies the way said townsfolk have reacted. 2 hour parking has yet to be enforced because of all of the hubbub.

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  12. Good luck on the job June. Showing you the office much better than giving you the “well we have some more interviews to do and then we will decide…” speech. Not a good sign.
    I gave myself a ma’am-ectomy the other day and walked around my store trying not to say it. It usually comes as the response to a question (do you have anymore blue sweaters like June has, or can I return these shoes I bought in 1953). It was awkward since I sound like Brenda Vaccaro due to my illness and because I kept saying yes..ma…mmal, or no ….way Jose. I may just go back to risking offending, or move to the south.

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  13. I just advised a friend to send a hand written thank you note for an interview he had last week and he said “really??”. I told him no one does it anymore so he needed to stand out. He got this job this week.
    Sometimes all it takes is a little thing.
    I have always wondered what a hand basket that was big enough to hold the country in would look like. I don’t think I have ever used the word hand basket before.

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  14. Hulk I love that movie too!
    Also too, I am a headhunter, and I always tell my clients to follow up with a thank you. But I tell them to email. Snail mail takes too long, and you can never tell what kind of wacko stationery they might choose (or what their handwriting might look like). I’m a big fan of the handwritten note for personal matters, but it doesn’t work for my business anymore.
    The sweater looks beautiful on you. I’d run right down to the local AT but we are bracing for the snowpocalypse over here.

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  15. What a beautiful sweater. It matches your eyes and I love the ruffles. If those interviewer folk have any sense at all, they’ll realize you’re perfect for them. Good luck!

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  16. Nice sweater! I never have to be told to eat something. Unfortunately.
    I live in the Washington D.C. area so do not want to hear about expensive parking…grrr

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  17. Oh, I am so giggling over snowpocalypse right now. Also? Parking costs $10 bajillion dollars everywhere in California. Sometimes parking on your own street in front of your own house can cost you $50 if you’re there when the unwashed men from the Sanitation Department want to run their useless brush truck over that particular patch of asphalt.
    So I’ve heard.

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  18. I interview people all the time for different positions within my company and I can tell you the ones that send me a Thank You note go up on the top on my list. If I don’t end up offering them the job I am more willing to pass their resume along to someone else that I know is looking for someone good.
    And you looked lovely! I am sure you are in. You got the tour.

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  19. I think Maria would have solved the toast licking issue by breaking out into song. Or my still favorite, mountain meadow twirling, but I digress.
    What were you afraid of by Henry having a lick? Its not like he was licking his balls.

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  20. Juice, they TWICE said a handwritten note. They seemed taken with the handwritten part. I used a notecard with a potted flower on the front. And little I heart Barry Gibb stickers here and there.

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  21. Sleeping, I know for a fact it was 1990, because at said bar they were playing George Michaels Freedom video and they were telling us it was the video of 1990. That would have made me 24-going-on-25 and you would have been 37.

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  22. So, Barry and Robin were there themselves to show you around the place? What are they doing in Greensboro?
    Definitely the email thank you note and perhaps you might want to ask if they noticed your hands.
    If looks could snag the job, I’d say you’ve snagged it. But, methinks you borrowed Jill Munroe’s hair.
    I hate sad people who don’t realize how old they are, too. I always give them the stinkeye when I walk by in my booty shorts emblazoned with “SIZZLE” across the butt, wearing my thigh high zebra boots.

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  23. I didn’t know that there were so many other TY note writers in all the world. Naturally, I am impressed. As the Furry G always says, “Our screenie friends are nicer than our real-life friends.” Cause she rolls that way, folks.
    And I can sympathize with the waitresses. Man, when I was a photographer, having a bride or groom call me “Photographer” was the oral equivalent of nails on a blackboard. I would have rather been called ma’am.

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  24. By they I mean the person who would be my boss. I think I would like her. She has candy at her desk. Tiny Snickers bars. And she seems really human. Also at the first interview, I talked briefly with someone who would be my coworker and she, too, thanked me for the note. So technically my thank-you note got mentioned three ding-dang times.

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  25. You look beautiful in your blue sweater.
    At 44, I have learned not to trust the whistles of construction workers to gauge my sexiness. I saw them whistle at a transvestite once.
    I’m sure you got the job. We expect to see a picture of your cubicle adorned with pictures of us with our BBP mugs and of course, yours sitting on your desk.

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  26. Gorgeous sweater! And your interview head is lovely. Plus, I’ve heard that 44 is the new 34. Construction workers just haven’t gotten the memo yet.
    I hope you get the job!

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  27. Can I maybe pull/root/cheer for her to get the job? ‘Cause I haven’t saved enough money to die just yet. That chariot of white horses with feather headdresses ain’t gonna’ be cheap.
    And I have to get this ceiling fixed first. I don’t like to think I waited on the adjuster for three hours for naught.

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  28. Can I maybe pull/root/cheer for her to get the job? ‘Cause I haven’t saved enough money to die just yet. That chariot of white horses with feather headdresses ain’t gonna’ be cheap.
    And I have to get this ceiling fixed first. I don’t like to think I waited on the adjuster for three hours for naught.

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  29. Can I maybe pull/root/cheer for her to get the job? ‘Cause I haven’t saved enough money to die just yet. That chariot of white horses with feather headdresses ain’t gonna’ be cheap.
    And I have to get this ceiling fixed first. I don’t like to think I waited on the adjuster for three hours for naught.

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  30. Don’t you hate it when the transvestite gets the whistle? And I don’t even get a fine, “How do ya do”?
    Then again, he/she is probably better dressed, better coiffed and has a better body so what can I expect?

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  31. I guess my momma didn’t raise me right because I have NEVER heard of sending a thank you note after an interview. I will have to hassle her about that in addition to all my other childhood issues. I like the thank you note idea and I am soon to be job hunting. Where, oh where, would I be without this blog???
    I wish I had a good class ring to where to my future interview…sigh…

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  32. I guess my momma didn’t raise me right because I have NEVER heard of sending a thank you note after an interview. I will have to hassle her about that in addition to all my other childhood issues. I like the thank you note idea and I am soon to be job hunting. Where, oh where, would I be without this blog???
    I wish I had a good class ring to where to my future interview…sigh…

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  33. I guess my momma didn’t raise me right because I have NEVER heard of sending a thank you note after an interview. I will have to hassle her about that in addition to all my other childhood issues. I like the thank you note idea and I am soon to be job hunting. Where, oh where, would I be without this blog???
    I wish I had a good class ring to where to my future interview…sigh…

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  34. I am also very worried about Artie. I love that guy. Did you read Too Fat to Fish? I still have it if you want it!
    I agree on the thank you note! I just got me a new job and guess what I sent after both interviews!?!?!
    Love the color on you! Your interview head looked amazing!

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  35. Would it be wrong to call my sister and ask her if she is planning to buy Bye Bye Pie gear for me for my birthday? Because if she doesn’t, I need to get on it so I can mail out the framed photo for your desk.
    Also? Re: Artie Lange. Is it wrong that I don’t even miss him? He has been such a non-entity on the show for so long that after the initial hubbub over why he was off and what happened, I haven’t even noticed he’s not there. What’s that say? Howard can pay me to come work with them. I wouldn’t be late, I wouldn’t blow them off and I wouldn’t drop cupcake crumbs all over everything.

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  36. Three hours later I see my typo…I meant *wear*…No one will ever hire me!
    I am a blog stalker to boot!

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  37. Three hours later I see my typo…I meant *wear*…No one will ever hire me!
    I am a blog stalker to boot!

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  38. Three hours later I see my typo…I meant *wear*…No one will ever hire me!
    I am a blog stalker to boot!

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  39. A big shout out to June for reminding me to get off my derriere: I had interviews on Tuesday and needed to drop my hand-written notes in the mail. As a rule, I email thank you’s to recruiters since they’re first on the line and ya gotta move quickly to sustain their attention, and then handwritten thank you’s after any in-person interviews. Always have, always will. It makes you stand out. And who knows where they/you will be in a few years; they will remember you, and you definitely want it to be fondly.

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  40. I am soooo glad I found your blog (through a link from Twitter about Pee Wee Herman abstinence rings of all bloody things – couldn’t pass looking ~that~ one up!).
    I’ve laughed (guffawed actually) and felt a kindred spirit feeling welling after I read a few of your posts. You go girl! I am so sending my blog readers to your site (despite knowing they’ll never come back to my boring blog, but at least they’ll be trading up!)
    Take care!
    Bobbie
    http://shimmeringskyphotography.bravejournal.com/

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