THE DREADED INTERVIEW

This quote came true for me the other day. Went to interview for a part-time job at a jewelry store. For those of you who don't know me personally, let me introduce myself: I'm a  Jewelry Whore! Yes, I know. Jewelry, handbags, shoes...things I will turn tricks for. I'M KIDDING...I'M KIDDING. (sorta'). Anyway, I digress...so, I go to this interview wearing some of my favorite pieces of jewelry, thinking, surely the owner would be impressed. All for nothing. The owner, a very young, good-looking guy barely batted an eye. Why would he? His store dripped with carats of the diamond variety. My everyday Yurman and Hardy weren't even close to competing in the bling category. Oh well. And as the interview progressed, I realized that I sounded as dull as my silver and gold bangles that needed polishing.  A sampling of his questions (which I found quite weird):
Him: What do you do for fun?
My mind went blank until I remembered...
Me: Tennis. I play whenever I get a chance! (good answer, right? Wrong.)
Him: Hmmm, okay. What else do you like to do for fun?
Me: Uh, fun? Like my head hitting my pillow for 12 hours of uninterupted sleep...that kind of fun? (clearly not, by his look of confusion.) Besides working, writing, cooking, cleaning, carpooling and taking care of 2 kids. Let me see...sometimes, I collaspe on Friday nights and watch Shark Tank. (I love that show!)
Him: *a look of utter disgust* Okay, what's your favorite movie? 
(I have like a million favorites but couldn't think of any!) 
Me: Er...American Hustle! (See, I was cool and fun! I had watched the Oscars.)
Him: *no reaction* If you could pick someone to play you in a movie, who would it be?
Me: Tina Fey! (I was getting better. I'd just seen her in a shampoo ad.)
Him: *another unimpressed look* What else do you like to do besides play tennis and take care of your kids? 
At this point, I was wondering what any of this had to do with my ability to greet customers and wear pretty jewelry. 
Me: Travel? (I squeaked, unsure of my answer.)
As he ushered me to the door with instructions to call him next week because he was so busy and might forget (code for: you're not getting the job), I walked out thinking: 
I'm no fun. At. All. 
So, I've decided to make a list of what I like to do for fun and memorize it. (Never know when the question might arise again.) And I went home and polished all my jewelry until they sparkled! Now, that was fun! And it made me happy.