I’ve been trying to volunteer with a local nonprofit ever since I saw a news segment concerning their work with sex trafficking in Coachella Valley. I’ve been playing phone tag for weeks with an employee. Finally, today, we had the opportunity to connect and chat about volunteer opportunities. Upon explaining my situation and my interests she said, “Oh. We just hired someone last week to do that type of work. I wish we would have connected earlier. You would have been a great fit.”
Not quite knowing what to say, I filled in the silence, “Oh. Well that’s kind of you. Since we are only here temporarily it’s best that you hired someone that can fill that role long-term.”
She replied, “Well, forward your resume and I will pass it along. Maybe we can do something for you yet. In the meantime, would you be interested in taking a tour of our facilities? I can do something on Friday.”
We hammered out the details for Friday. I got off the phone. Sent along my resume and went about my day. A couple of hours later she calls back and asks me if I am available tomorrow at 11:30. “Sure,” I reply. She then informs me that I will be meeting with the Executive Director and the Development Director after they meet with the local Congresswoman.
I agree amenably, jot down directions to the nonprofit, and terminate the phone call. But then it occurs to me that this isn’t a tour of the facilities, this is a meeting with organizational leadership. A less lethargic and laissez individual might have clarified the terms of the meeting, but I was not at the top of my game. I was expecting the phone call to be the library letting me know that some books had arrived. Not a strange change of plans with ambiguous meaning.
Regardless, I will show up tomorrow and smile through my broken pride and spirit, through the veil of my shattered dreams. But, really, lets get down to the brass tacks. The real question is: What do I wear? I’m not going in a suit. It is 115 degrees outside, and the word interview was not uttered by anyone. Ever. But, I think it would be prudent to wear something less casual than my daily sundresses. Pants are out. Completely out.
Oh, what to do, what to do…