What Monsters

If I’m really, really, really … really honest with myself … I worry that I might be prejudiced against Mennonite people.

Not inherently—but thanks to an unhappy memory I have of a Mennonite woman being present at the interview for a job which I was ultimately not offered.

Now I don’t mean that, of course—about having prejudice against Mennonites. That's only a joke. But that Mennonite woman was there. I think her name was Abigail. (Of course it was, right? That’s a joke too.) It was in Bridgewater, Virginia and I was 23.

Also, to be completely fair, I should point out that there were two other people there as well (in the interview), a man and another woman. They weren’t Mennonite though. The three of them all interviewed me together.

But the Mennonite woman did ask a lot of the questions. It felt like she might’ve been the alpha; she had a lot of alpha energy to her. She had the white thing on her head the entire time, for starters. Pretty alpha, if you ask me. (I’m not sure what it’s actually called. A haube, maybe? I don’t know.) Regardless, it loomed like a crown. Oh, and she sat right in the middle of the other two. (Power move.)

In any case, I answered all of her, and the other two’s questions thoughtfully, comprehensively, respectfully and … you know, all the other “-fully” adverbs you’d hope. (Yada yada.) But they still didn’t hire me.

And that’s fine. I mean, things turned out fine. And truthfully, Mennonite people seem perfectly fine. I’m sure many of them are more than fine. And some others worse. And everything in between, like everyone else, everywhere, that does anything. As I’m saying this though, I do wonder who ended up getting that job…

Anyway, I guess it turns out I don’t have many thoughts about Mennonite people at all really, let alone strong ones. I might just have a problem with that one woman.