No time to speak, except to say that I think that I will be so busy that I will rarely blog at work unless I get here. Interesting company, though. I have been in meetings for some 15 hours so far, but that's just training. I love the 20 minute ride to work, too.
Okay, gotta go.
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From: Rick, Slick [mailto:slickrick@newcompany.com]
Sent: January 19, 2005 10:01 AM
To: JonasParker
Subject: RE:
Cool.
Can you start Monday?
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From: JonasParker [mailto:jonasparkeratcheeseorgydotnet]
Sent: January 19, 2005 10:06 AM
To: Rick, Slick
Subject: RE:
I can.
I guess I fucked up on that test, because I haven't received anything back from them in the last few days. Whatever.
The great thing about sales is that if your coworkers like you, they won't forget about you. I had lunch with a couple of guys from the old job on Monday. When I won my stereo system, the management had broken into it and stole the instructions and the remote control. I never though much of it because hey, I already knew all I needed to know about the thing (except that there was a remote). I got an email from Ned, my counterpart at the old job. (By the way, I'd mention the company's name at this point, but they search Google regularly for their name to see how well Google is working for them. What the hell, I'll call them Penisoft.) He said that the controller mentioned that they had my stuff there. We and a very disgruntled employee that we get along with proceeded to have lunch in Côte des Neiges.
It just gets lamer and lamer. You'd think that after the online stuff, and then the voice mail bullshit, I'd get to maybe talk to someone real. No dice.
I just did that Interactive Interview. At first I thought that I must have lied my ass off for them to consider me. I couldn't remember what the position was for, but then I looked it up. It was for a business analyst position. Anyway, what bullshit. There were six questions, one of which was "What is your name?". Let's see if I can remember the other ones...
There was one more, but I can't remember. Somehow, I actually expect to be called back. They'll probably only offer $35000 if they offer me anything. Somehow, by writing here I feel like I risk being fired before I even have the job. Yet I don't really care. At least, not for this position.
V has it right, though. How seriously can you take a position that will likely pay you crap, doesn't allow you to speak to anyone until the third step in the process (as if résumés aren't enough anymore, you have to fill out on online survey, then do a voice mail interview before they'll even look at your CV), and then...well, I don't know. I'll laugh if they call me, though. Call? Who am I kidding. If I'm lucky, I'll get a voice mail. An automated voice mail, for Chist's sake.
You know how when you are out of work, and you apply for ten positions, and someone gets back to you but you can't remember which position it is for? That's me right now. But here's the kicker. It's an interactive interview. WTF is an interactive interview, you ask? Aren't interviews interactive by nature if not by definition? Apparently not. Here's what to expect from an interactive interview:
This cartoon highlights some experiences at my previous job pretty well, although the reality was that no one actually would have told me anything at the time of my great transgression:
If she had complimented him on his suit, would he be justified in feeling bad about it?
