There ARE No Bad Questions

Pin It I will never forget the time when I was 17 years old and working in the Merle Norman cosmetics studio, trying my utmost to please my hate-filled, desperately unhappy employer. I asked her about a product we were selling, and she replied venomously that I had asked an idiotic question. I knew enough, even at that point in my young life, to reply to her as my eyes filled with tears, that I had always heard there was no such thing as a stupid question. She back-pedaled, answered my question, and within a month, thank God, she had sold the business, and I went to work for the lady who bought the business, who was a heck of a lot nicer.

I was the kitten that day. Picture obtained from Motifake.

One of my first brushes with the cold cruel world. But it made an impression on me. The moral of that story is: don't go to work for a crazy woman if you can possibly help it.

Oh, yeah, and the moral of the story that goes with this blog post is: y'all asked me a lot of REALLY good interview questions, and it was so hard to pick a winner, that I had to resort to putting all your names into a hat and drawing one out!

But I did! And so, without further ado, the winner is:

Kelly!!!

Kelly, I'll be in touch to get your mailing address so we can get these beans winging their way toward you before you can say, "What the heck am I going to do with a bunch of dang coffee beans?" (As I recall, you husband likes coffee, so he may kiss your feet for being the winner. Also, I know someone else who lives in your area who would be glad to take these little beans of coffee goodness off your hands, if you don't want 'em.)