The first few questions of the interview were easy. In part because I didn’t have to answer them.
“So, why are you here?”
“No, I already wrote down her answer. She loves it here.”
“OK. Well, do you have any previous animal handling experience?”
The room laughed while under her breath MC spoke as she wrote, “…hand…fed…lioness…”
“Any previous volunteer experience?”
More laughter, as I offered, “I worked at a soup kitchen in high school.”
There were some tougher questions. What was my intent this time around. If they could fast track me into more responsibilities would I want it.
This is a unique thing I’m doing. People come. People leave. People do not return to volunteer. Not after a two-year absence.
We discussed some options. I can’t say what will happen. I can’t even say exactly what I want to happen. I want to be back there. That was the future for me until today. Today, after the orientation and the interview, it is my present.
As I got up to leave GM asked, “When was the last time you were out on a tour?”
“Was that you and me in the rain?”
“No, that was my birthday. At Thanksgiving, my tour guide was B.”
“Oh, good. So it hasn’t been that long.”
MC broke in, “Wait…that’s why she’s back now! Her birthday! Damnit. Now we have those three in a row again!”
The other two of the three were in the room, members of the committee interviewing me. I’ve celebrated so many birthdays with them.
My immediate response was, “But guys, you don’t celebrate lowly LL volunteer birthdays.”
More laughter all around.
On my ride home, the radio gods blessed me with Thirty Eight Special. Second Chance.