I Have No Clue How My Interview Went

Scary, isn't it? The first one I knew I rocked, the second one I knew went halfway decent, but the third? Well, even though I was there, I still don't know what happened.

We started off by discussing how I got started in the office and what originally prompted me to pursue the field of criminal law. My answers were solid and I was happy. The conversation then turned to my affiliation with Mensa. Mr. Boss-man suggested that the group was made up of a bunch of fuddy duddy's who got together to discuss relevant social and political issues over expensive cigars and snifters of Brandy (I immediately flashed to that one scene in Titanic). I had a solid response to this also. He then asked if I was familiar with the DA website and I told him that I was. He asked about another website, excapingjustice.com, which I had never heard of. I suggested that he write it down so I could check it later, and quicker than I could shoot myself in the foot the man replied, "Well you're in Mensa Ms. B Lawyer, you should be able to remember that." (Ouch. Baaaaaaaaad answer kiddo.) The Chief Deputy then asked me what I did to prepare for the interview upon which I disclosed that I had researched the two of them online and had talked about their history with the office with several of my bosses. I ran through the Chief Deputy's entire background, which I'm sure he was at least somewhat impressed by, and then it was Mr. Boss-man's turn. When we got to him I told him that I knew he lived by my parents (and me of course) and he proceeded to give me directions to the front door of his house, warning me that if I walk by with my dog on Sundays I might catch him out in the front gardening or washing his car. I was so stunned by this that I completely lost all track of the conversation and I'm sure I got this baffled look on my face and/or turned bright bright red. I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT HAPPENED IN THE INTERVIEW FROM THAT POINT ON!!! The last thing I remember was the Chief Deputy giving me the boilerplate about hiring. Then I stood up, shook their hands (with yet again, the clammiest mo-fo's anyone's ever seen this side of the Mississippi) and said, "thank you for the interview" before quickly making my exit.

Ahhh Christ. Knowing me I said/did something absolutely retarded, or just stupid enough to not get hired during my momentary time lapse. I swear, I can't take me anywhere.

Update: I just heard today from one of the DA's that he heard Mr. Boss-man told a law clerk that he frequently washed his car in the buff and she should come by and check him out. Next thing I know he'll have some secret love child with said law clerk. Talk about a game of telephone!!!!!!!