The Ex and I are no longer speaking. His call not mine and a relatively new development (about a month ago). At first it bothered me, but I was more irritated by the fact that it did than I was actually hurt over it. You probably don’t care. That’s okay, usually neither do I.
Except, it does give me a few allowances. It makes me feel less badly about telling stories in which he is involved (hello, TMI Thursday material!) because I don’t have to worry about him reading them or stepping on his toes. It allows me to know exactly where I stand.
And, most importantly to us today, when the background check investigator called my house as I was walking out the door to go to work this morning, it would have allowed me to be a bitch.
You see, for anyone who has never been interviewed for this kind of background check, while the majority of the questions they ask are factual, they are using you as a bit of a character reference as well.
The (very cute sounding) gentleman on the end of the line asked me if I was the Ex’s old roommate. I said, yes, we had lived together. He asked if we had met out at the University where he attended grad school. No, sir, we did not. We met in high school…and dated for almost six years.
Why, hello there. My name is Dani and I’ll be your unexpected background check goldmine today.
It is perhaps not best to ask someone whose last contact with your new employee was being told that she is too hurtful a person to maintain even a cursory friendship with what kind of person said new employee is. You also probably shouldn’t ask if that ex-girlfriend would recommend your new employee for a position of trust.
I could have been a bitch. But I wasn’t.
…but, damn, did I want to be.