My head feels like it’s going to explode. Part of me wishes it would, just so I could be done with this incredible stuffy nose and sinus headache I’ve got from this cold.

I went in for a job interview yesterday afternoon. I figured I didn’t need to dress up much, because the place isn’t paying that great. So I went wearing khakis and a white shirt.

I had planned to wear a tie, but I was incredibly uncomfortable when I buttoned the shirt collar. Too tight!

As soon as I got into the lobby, I wished I had bought (or otherwise acquired) a new shirt, because I was the only one there not wearing a tie.

I talked with three different people, and only one of them mentioned the dress code, and it was in the form of a question: "Do you have a problem with wearing a tie to work?" I said I didn’t, even though I have never heard before of IT having to dress like management.

Anyway, the first interview went really well. It was a technical interview, and I started enjoying myself. He was throwing "what if" scenarios my way and I could tell they weren’t hypothetical. This guy was really trying to get me to solve problems they’re having right now.

I went to the whiteboard and started diagramming. I kind of lost track of time. It felt good to be thinking, solving puzzles, doing what I’m good at.

The second interview was with the first guy’s boss. This interview was laughable. "What are your greatest strengths? And what are your weaknesses?" Gee, sir, my greatest weakness is that I sometimes work so hard that I forget myself and pull all-nighters, often accomplishing my yearly objectives in half the time expected. This causes angst amongst my co-workers.

"Give me an example of a work situation in which you failed, and what would you do differently?" Well, sir, I once only exceeded my productivity goals by 40% and while that still brought the average of the team up, I felt it wasn’t as good as I could have done. I blame the malaria from which I was suffering, and now eat citrus fruit religiously.

Seriously, where do these guys get these questions? Does anyone really get trapped by these?

The third interview was with HR. I’m not sure if this was one of those companies where the first interviewers send feedback to HR right away so HR knows whether to dig deep or get rid of the candidate, but if so, I did well in the first interviews, because the HR guy (I was really glad all three of my interviews were with men) asked a lot of questions that led me to believe I could expect an offer before too long.

But by then, I had been in the building for about 2.5 hours and my Dayquil was starting to wear off. My nose started running, and I hadn’t brought tissue. I excused myself to go to the restroom, blew my nose (my ears popped when I did this, which felt fantastic…am I the only one who really loves the sensation of having your ears pop?) and came back.

Even as I sat down, though, I realized I had forgotten to bring some extra toilet paper, just in case. Shit.

Of course, within two minutes my nose started running again. I knew I couldn’t wipe my nose on my sleeve, so I excused myself again. This time I remembered to get some extra tissue.

Before long, of course, my nose started running again, so I…as discreetly as possible…blew my nose.

And then my nose started bleeding. Not a big gusher of a bloody nose, just the kind of bloody nose you get when you’ve been blowing it non-stop for two days.

I excused myself a third time. In the bathroom, I pinched my nose for a minute and the blood stopped. I went back in and the HR guy immediately said that it seemed like I needed to get home and take care of myself and he had pretty much finished with his questions anyway.

I offered my hand without thinking and the HR guy said, "Thanks, but I’ve got a baby at home; I’ve got to be careful not to get her sick." I admit that the way he said this made me really like this HR guy. He gave me an honest refusal without being mean about it, but also gave a short clear explanation that made sense. I wish I could do that.

I figure that an HR guy like this will get back to me fairly quickly with a Yes or No.

I can’t tell whether I want this job. The job doesn’t pay as well as I’m used to and I hate the idea of wearing a tie. But I liked two of the three people who interviewed me, and the management guy at least was lame in a very conventional sense.

UPDATE: I was about two thirds of the way finished writing this about five hours ago when B. showed up. She said she was here to "take care of" me. Which meant that I had to lay on the couch while she talked to me about how she was taking the day off work for me, and then talked about her book club and the personality deficiencies of everyone in it, and then talked about the books she’s trying to decide between for when it’s her turn to choose a book…and I’m pretty sure it’s not even her turn until about nine months from now. And all this time, all I could think was, "What I really want to do is surf the web and watch TV and fall asleep when I feel like it." But she didn’t let me do any of these things.

Finally, I told her I needed some Nyquil, after which I pretended to fall asleep almost immediately. She let herself out. I feel bad for deceiving her, but I don’t want company right now.

I am not sure whether that counted as a date or not. I can’t imagine asking, either.

Just checked email, nothing from the HR guy yet, and it’s been a full business day. Too soon to expect anything anyway.