Job Shit Archives
July 16, 2008
Getting Shit On
For nearly a year now, I’ve been writing a weekly column about television. Similar to Zap2It’s TV Gal, but way less retarded, it’s basically an uncompromising look at the TV shows I waste my time watching. It’s not a big thing; mostly, it exists to lend enough legitimacy to myself to apply for the TCA, get in, get invited to the upfronts, then hobnob until I can get a good job and shake off the dust of this shitty review website. It’s a sound plan.
Now, I’ve mentioned this site and the occasional run-insI’ve had with the site founder, but man did he rile me up last week — and he tried again this week.
USA Network’s publicist sent me some screeners to promote the upcoming seasons of Burn Notice, Monk and Psych. Now, I’ve asked him specifically — multiple times — that anything coming his way that involves television, he can forward to me and I’ll take it. I don’t care if I’ve never seen the show before or if I’ve watched it since episode one. I’ll take a look at it and use it, in some way, in the column.
He hasn’t listened to that. At all. So I have to fight to get these screeners. It’s a little frustrating. On top of that, he doesn’t strictly want me to use these TV reviews with the column; look, at the end of the day, I’ve been doing the column for nearly a year, and he couldn’t give two shits about it. For months, he only provided one link to it, and that link directed everyone to my very first column, way back in September. I asked him repeatedly to point the links to an index page with a list of columns; he never, ever did it. I solved that problem by using the file the link did point to as the index.
Worse than that, I’ve written at least quite a few reviews, separate from my column, but in order to help him, I’ve put them into his cruddy HTML templates myself, uploaded them, then e-mailed the links, asking him to make sure to put them on the main pages. He hasn’t done this since September of last year, and I’ve written at least a half-dozen reviews since then (in fact, one of the people from a distributor recently came to me wondering where my review was; I pointed her to the review, and though she was effusive, it really pissed me off because the review was more than a month old). And it’s for this reason, and this reason alone, that I posted my Juno rant on this blog instead of his site. I wouldn’t be ashamed to put my name of it, I wouldn’t be ashamed to unleash the hate on a semi-legitimate site, especially one that has a monthly column called The Rant. But fuck it. Even if he put up a proper link to it, I’m just starting to get disillusioned by the shoddiness and the total disinterest the webmaster takes in his own site. There are certain things I get out of the site that compel me to continue doing work for it, but I’m not going to donate any unsolicited material to him. I know now that his acceptance of it means very little; he’ll post pretty much everything without question.
I needed to go into some of that background so what happened last week is perfectly clear. Per usual, I posted my weekly column — this one a special edition on Burn Notice — on Sunday, like I usually do. (Okay, on Monday but backdated to Sunday — deal with it.) To find it, all you have to do is click the link to the column, click the link on the index page that takes you to the newest one, and you’re there.
So I was a little surprised when The Webmaster e-mailed me on Tuesday evening. He was forwarding me a promotional e-mail from the publicist regarding Burn Notice, along with a sternly worded note basically telling me, “You haven’t done this, so do it ASAP.” He CC’ed it to two people from the publicity firm.
Now, I know why he did this. He wants to create the illusion that he’s a stern taskmaster, fully in charge of the site and deserving to wear the EDITOR-IN-CHIEF propellor-beanie. Although I don’t believe he had to word it quite as strongly as he did, especially since I had already written and posted it, I tried not to take offense. I wrote him back, telling him I’d done it and posted it as part of the column.
Here’s the part that pissed me off: on the rare occasions that this has happened, first of all, he hasn’t CC’ed others; secondly, I usually just send him the link and he says, “Great, thanks!” and forwards it to whoever’s asking about it. This time, he replied — again, CC’ing them, even though I hadn’t done a “reply all” — with a snippy, “We do main-page links for things like this.” Just like he does main-page links for the seven reviews I’ve written since September, right?
I wrote him back saying, “Fine, just add a direct link to the column review,” also adding that I intended to do the same thing with the following week’s reviews of Monk and Psych. (And by the way, he never added a main-page link to the review.) So what happened, a week later, when the USA publicity people sent another e-mail about the upcoming premieres of Monk and Psych? Sends me a CC’ed e-mail “reminding” me to let him know when I’ve posted the new column. The new column that I had already posted. And, again, no main-page link to it.
For me, it comes down to basic etiquette. I don’t mind people treating me like shit if I’ve done something wrong, and I fully admit that it was wrong to merely post a review of something as part of a column without telling anybody (but I felt justified because this was the only way anyone would see the review). Where my problem lies is in the lack of follow-through. The Webmaster wasn’t bitching me out because he was truly angry or annoyed; he was bitching me out so he looked good in front of those USA Network people. But what looks better? Publicly bitching at some dude they’ve never heard of because of a review he has already written, or privately saying, “Hey, did you do this?” and then just sending them back a link, and making sure to post a link from the main page.
I know I should just let shit like this roll of my back, but it bugs me, and this is my outlet for shit that bugs me. Deal with it.
Posted by Stan on July 16, 2008 5:09 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
June 23, 2008
Reader
Ugh…well, I hope it works out, but I haven’t heard anything all weekend. Preity e-mailed me on Friday to tell me her company is looking for paid readers — decent money for the scripts, but no details on volume or whether or not this will come close to being permanent. She just wanted me to send her some coverage samples to give to her boss; I did, and I’m hoping for the best. Also, of course, preparing for the worst.
Posted by Stan on June 23, 2008 1:19 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
June 18, 2008
The Porn Review Site
For nearly two years now, I’ve done glorified volunteer work on a former college professor’s film site. It started as a pretty basic thing — he needed someone to help him post reviews once a week; in exchange for that, I got free screeners and the opportunity to have published reviews in a semi-legitimate location — but gradually I wormed my way up to a full-fledged web guru, spending a shitload of time using my limited web-design knowledge to bring the site into the 21st century.
Despite the lack of substantial payment, I’ve found the work rewarding enough to not bail. I mean, there are a lot of things I look to get out of the experience, and as long as I get a few of them, I’ll be okay for awhile.
And then The Webmaster sent me an e-mail that, for lack of a better phrase, made my brain explode, then melt.
He sent it to myself and three others — the supposed site leaders. Apparently I’ve scaled the wall into the upper echelon, reserved only for founders of the site, each of whom has been involved with it for nearly a decade. I’d feel a little better about it if this somehow padded my wallet, but okay, I’m one of the site leaders. Now what?
“Let’s make a porn review site.”
That’s an abridged version of the e-mail. Essentially, The Webmaster has little interest in it other than the financial aspects — he believes it’ll be a huge moneymaker, for reasons he did not expound on — so all he really wants to do is set up a WordPress blog, plug in a customized template, and then start reviewing hardcore porn.
While I sat there, baffled and wondering how one even reviews porn. Full disclosure: I have a few friends who will discuss, in detail, certain clichés found in porn that they can do without, but that’s more of an all-encompassing, universal thing. It’s a little different when one has to account for certain things like specific, personal sexual peccadilloes, meaning I may find a particular film incredibly arousing while others look at it in disgust. Sexuality, I’d argue, is even more subjective than art. And, to that end, pornography is even more disposable than mainstream cinema.
Here’s what I know about porn: it’s the cheapest, most disposable commodity on the planet, and therefore it is worthless. A review of something worthless, in turn, doesn’t have much value, either.
You can find pornography all over the Internet, for free, within seconds. You can dig a little deeper to find something that’s actually good, but it’s still free. It’s as simple as downloading a wide array to sample, deleting what you don’t like, keeping what you do. I don’t need to read a review to know what I like, and I’m sure I’m not alone on that assessment. I have actually seen reviews of porn movies, but I’ve only ever used them as a guide to find out the scene order, so I know when a particular star (if that’s why I’ve downloaded it) appears.
Which brings me to my next point: porn is all about fast-forwarding to the good parts. Why should I, as a reviewer, have to sit around watching the entire thing for the small percentage of people who are titillated by the anticipation of fucking, the boring talky scenes I always skip because I don’t like knowing how rock-stupid the stars (of either gender) are. I also don’t like the gimmicks most of these movies employ to create the illusion of variety. Nobody’s going to sit and read a review and say, “Wow, it has ‘surprisingly good cinematography considering it was shot on handheld’?! Must-see!” Few will read it and say, “Yes, it’s loaded with suspense before the actual magic begins!” Nobody wants to know about the “plot,” if it even attempts to have one — they just want you to concentrate on the act itself, and if they’re anything like me, they don’t even want to know how you feel about the level of eroticism present, unless it’s something generic like, “This is a pretty hot DP scene!”
Keep in mind, also, that I’m the youngest of these “founders,” all of whom are approaching 50. So, you know, I just have this mental picture of middle-aged computer spazzes thinking, “You know how to make money on the Internets? Porns!”
I don’t object to it out of hand; after all, I’ve reviewed my fair share of erotica. I just wonder who the prospective audience is, what they’re looking for, and whether or not we can meet their needs. If we can’t, I question the possibilities of the site as a sure-thing moneymaker. The only thing I can see as being a moneymaker is the type of site that reviews pay sites, but unfortunately, one would assume the advertisers would be said pay sites, and they might expect some kind of favoritism. But I’ve seen a couple of sites that exclusively review paysites and judge them solely on the basis of content: is this worth paying for?
The Webmaster sounds like he’s more interested in reviewing movies, but maybe that’s only because he doesn’t realize what’s out there that’s worth reviewing.
Probably a bigger problem: who does he think will write this stuff? Right now, he has a pretty large group of reviewers for mainstream and indie movies — all of them unpaid, doing volunteer work because, like me, they have various things they want to get out of the site. Even The Webmaster himself said that he’d separate his name from it; I know I’d do the same, so that begs the question: what do they get out of it?
A legitimate place to publish clips? Yeah, I’ll be sure to put my review of Malibu Ass Blasters 7 in my portfolio of writing samples next time I go in for an interview.
The fact is, if he’s going to start a porn review site, he’s going to have to start paying people. How much does he think this site will make? Is it worth it after he considers how much he’ll have to spend? I know almost nothing about web commerce, but I’m going to have to go ahead and doubt it; if he intends to support this with per-click advertising, and you believe my theory that even if someone did read they reviews, they wouldn’t be buying porn — who’s going to do the clicking? If he intends to set this up as a pay site in and of itself — holy shit, who will pay a monthly fee to read reviews of porn. Almost every recent title listed on the IAFD has links to free reviews just below links to purchase the movies. That’s all anybody needs, so why would they pay for the luxury of reading the review?
Have I told The Webmaster any of this? Nope.
To be honest, I’m a little concerned. It’s not that I have a problem shitting all over his ideas, especially when what I’m providing is the “young-person’s” perspective (e.g., their demographic), and that perspective is “waste of time” — no, my problem lies in not feeling like part of the gang. If they’re going to go ahead and do this, that’s fine. I’m not really going to help, I won’t waste the time reviewing any of the movies, but I harbor no ill will. (But I will secretly say “I told you so” when it makes $0.) But who am I to come in and say, “Even though I’m the youngest and newest member of this ‘leadership’ group, I have too huge reasons why this is a flawed idea, so you should at least consider them before going ahead with it”? It’s not my place.
Really, I’m just baffled they’re even considering this. They all seem like pretty straight-laced guys, married, affable. I dunno, maybe that’s the demographic to appeal to — aging codgers who don’t get much nookie and have to rely on porn but don’t have the time or resources to waste on just anything. It has to be special.
And suddenly I’m wondering if this isn’t such a bad idea, after all…
Posted by Stan on June 18, 2008 1:17 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
April 18, 2008
Job Shit
Update on that law firm job I wanted:
Over the course of the past month, one thing became abundantly clear: nobody at that firm was interested in hiring me, despite the fact that the HR lady told me in no uncertain terms, “It was down to you and one other person, and it was a really difficult decision.”
I called the HR lady several times, left a couple of messages, sent her e-mails, applied using the “apply online” form on their website, and when I didn’t get a response (okay, technically, one time I did get her on the phone, but it seemed like an accident and she tried as hard as she could to get me off the phone ASAP), I brought out the big guns. I don’t actually have any big guns, but what I mean by that is I e-mailed the department manager directly, since he was supposedly the one who liked me so much. He forwarded my resume back to HR, and the lady sent it back to me with a snippy e-mail saying she was already aware of my interest in the job but they were looking at candidates with legal experience first. Fair enough, although the fact that my “friend” Mark works in a library in a law firm doesn’t exactly make him Clarence Darrow, so I didn’t understand the big deal. Also, if the department manager wrote anything to her — like, for instance, “I loved this kid! Bring him in immediately!” — she deleted it when she sent the forwarded message back to me.
Meanwhile, Mark has sent me vaguely paranoid updates on his proceedings with the job. I’ve sent him responses designed to undermine his confidence under the illusion of supportiveness. Actually, after what I’d been through, I really did feel like I had no shot at the job — if even the department manager ignored my resume — so I guess I can’t be too mad at him. I was being stonewalled, and that, at least, wasn’t his fault. The HR lady definitely knew of my interest, and now the marketing manager also knew. So I figured, even though I didn’t really want Mark getting the job, I shouldn’t be a total asshole to him. At least he was honest enough to tell me…even if it was after-the-fact and only because I e-mailed him to say I saw the listing and was still interested.
Mark actually broke through to the second interview phase, and I thought, That’s it — I’m done for, he’s got the job. He e-mailed me at some point last week wondering how similar his experience was to my own. I told him it was pretty much the same, so he shouldn’t necessarily feel optimistic.
And, shock of shocks, he e-mailed me yesterday:
Subject: Does this sound familiar
Body: HR Lady: “It was down to you and one other person, and it was a really difficult decision.”
That pissed him off, and it pissed me off, and what’s worse, it’s not exactly a confidence booster. If “it was down to you and one other person” is her standard line, it crystallizes all the other bullshit I’ve put up with from the HR lady. Granted, she both excels at and enjoys railroading prospective candidates, so I guess it wouldn’t have any real effect on her to know that telling this to an applicant still gives them hope. Most job interviews, if you don’t get it, you don’t hear back, and if you do hear back, they just tell you they went with somebody else. Saying “you were ridiculously close to getting this job, but [insert minor, possibly bureaucratic reason for not getting the job]” just tells you, “You should troll the company website until the job pops back up and then pounce.” Finding out she told Mark the exact same thing, phrased the exact same way (only omitting the part about an internal candidate, since he was the internal candidate), makes me assume it was never down to me and one other person, or that if it was, the chasm between myself and the other candidate was impossibly big.
Lucy has a different, more optimistic perspective. She really does seem to think that — miracle of miracles — they really did like both of us, but for various reasons went with somebody else. In my case, they went with an internal candidate; with Mark, they apparently hired an actual attorney, which became a joke in his department. “An attorney got hired for a staff job? He must really suck.” I’m not sure if this means the responsibilities and/or qualifications for the job have changed, or maybe they just got along with the guy a little bit better. Who the hell knows?
Posted by Stan on April 18, 2008 4:07 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
March 19, 2008
Undicked?
Just got an e-mail from Mark regarding the job. To his credit, he’s trying to undo the damage he’s done by feeding me little bits of info.
I sort of snickered when he mentioned that he was the first person to interview for the position and that she didn’t schedule a follow-up with the marketing department right away (as she did when I interviewed for the position). Then I felt legitimately bad when he mentioned he was replaying the interview in his head over and over again, thinking of questions he answered poorly. It wasn’t just his penchant for honesty that did him in — it’s his unrelenting negativity. After feeling bad, I got pissed off again: he knows he’s the kind of guy who will walk into a job interview knowing he didn’t get it — so why go for it in the first place, when he knows I need it (and, in this particular case, want it) more?
Based on the questions he thought he botched, Mark attempted to coach me into giving “correct” answers. The irony, of course, is that I’ve already got my bases covered. His main concern was saying “no” when asked if he’d ever have interest in pursuing a career in law; I stated flat-out in my cover letter that I’d love to get some firm experience, even in the marketing department, before pursuing a J.D. His other big concern was “hyping” my web skills. Yes, there are two positions open — yet another reason to be annoyed he didn’t mention it; he really was just trying to eliminate any competition, no matter what, for this job he didn’t believe he’d get — one for print material, the other for web. According to my largely fictitious resume, I have ample experience with both media, but I did hype the web skills more. I remembered from my previous interview that they were shifting to focus more on the web, and the web-design group is part of the marketing department.
Now, here I am, taking my accumulated knowledge and blitzing the HR lady, without any success (so far). Meanwhile, Mark has had his first (and probably only) interview. What the hell?
Based on what Mark told me, I decided I should wait until Friday before contacting the head of marketing. I still feel kind of strange about doing it, but like many others have said: if I don’t risk pissing some people off, I’d never hear anything. So either they’re going to be elated and the ball will start rolling, or they’re going to be pissed and it’d be the same basic result. What’s the harm in going for it?
Posted by Stan on March 19, 2008 11:57 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
March 18, 2008
Dicked Around
Longtime readers might remember a passing reference to a job interview I was pretty stoked about awhile back. It’s pretty clear that I didn’t get the job; if I had, I probably wouldn’t be quite so enraged about everything. What I neglected to mention is that — perhaps adding to my rage — it was down to me and one other person, and the other person got the job. I received a pretty heartfelt phone call in which they told me they had to go with the other candidate, strongly hinting that they felt he was unqualified (not that I was, but hey, they liked me) and he was being pushed on them because he was an internal candidate.
Well, I got that interview through my friend Mark (now would be a good time to check out the new Cast of Characters link in the sidebar), who worked for the law firm. He would send me periodic e-mails with other jobs I might be good for. Many of them I felt like I was too unqualified for, and I didn’t want to keep applying to jobs I had no shot at and risk pissing off the HR lady. Around September, a similar job in the same department opened up. I applied…and heard absolutely nothing.
I was never sure why. At first, I thought the “we really wanted to hire you” call was bullshit, but why? I had interviewed for a totally different position prior to that, and I discovered the hard way that company policy is to just send a polite rejection letter. They didn’t need to call — in fact, they called me on a Friday afternoon and by the time I returned, they were gone for the day, so I spent the whole weekend assuming I had the job. That kind of sucked, and it’s probably one of the many reasons why bland rejection letters are preferred. I thought the call was really nice — not as nice as getting the job, but again, they didn’t have to call at all. They could have left me assuming that I’m a crappy, unskilled, and inexperienced prospective employee.
So I moved on to pinning it on the HR woman. Either she believed the open position wasn’t a good fit for me, or (more likely) she already had a candidate she was rallying around. I know the way the human resources game works: they get a candidate or two for a position and run them as far as they can down the line. If you come in too late, you’ll never hear from them, because they don’t want to upset the balance of the candidates they’ve already chosen. I was tempted to go to the people who interviewed me, circumventing HR completely, but I decided not to. It seemed like a breach of etiquette, and I didn’t really want to have the people who nearly hired me get pissed off and not hire me.
Cut to: today. A position pops up on their website — the exact position I nearly got lo those many months ago. I check the website maybe once every two or three weeks, just in case something relevant pops up. I was under the impression Mark quit the job several months ago, so I didn’t figure he’d be keeping up with their employment postings. So I filled out the online application and sent it in.
Then I thought, Maybe this time I should harass the head of the department. If the HR woman is never going to contact me, I really don’t have much to lose by going over her head…right?
I tried to remember if anyone — of the six or seven people I met in the department — had given me a business card — essentially granting permission for me to harass them — but I couldn’t find one. His communication info is splattered on his profile on the site, though. I thought, I could say he gave me a business card. This was in May — would he really remember? The only way he would is if they never gave anyone a business card.
Still concerned, I e-mailed Mark. I figured he’d at least know the ins and outs of this company’s particular hierarchy. He could tell me whether or not it would be a problem to contact someone I barely know, who isn’t in human resources, about an open position.
Mark had been strangely MIA the last 10 days or so. The last I heard from him, he sent me an e-mail; I replied, asking a few basic questions, but never heard anything back. It was weird, but not in a suspicious way. He does that sometimes, and since he got married I don’t see him as much. No biggie, right?
Wrong. Turns out, Mark never quit the job. I don’t know why I thought that; I remember him getting really frustrated with his boss and quitting. Maybe he just said he was tempted to quit but never went through with it. I honestly don’t remember, and it was obviously not something we discussed over e-mail (yes, I went back through the old ones). He e-mailed me back within an hour to tell me, sheepishly, that he wasn’t sure he could (or should) give me any good advice because he had applied for the same job — and was interviewing for it this afternoon.
He fell all over himself with apologies and half-assed explanations: the only reason he didn’t let me know was because I’d been given the runaround the last time, he didn’t think he had a shot in hell of getting the job, he wanted to show the company he had interest in a full-time position (right now he’s part-time, but as he describes it, he makes a full-time salary working half the hours), blah blah, etc.
I don’t want to be mad about this. It’s his prerogative to tell me or not tell me. It’s his prerogative to decide, “Hey, if Stan almost got this job, I’m a shoo-in.” And in some ways, it’s on me for not checking this particular site for jobs on a daily basis, cutting him off at the knees by asking him for a referral before he even sees it on the site himself.
I’ve been dicked around by this company more than once (even in the optimistic interview stage, the HR woman gave me the runaround), and now I’m being dicked around by a good friend. I feel pathetic for paraphrasing Michael Scott from The Office, especially since he’s talking about his girlfriend and not just a regular friend, but it all comes back to this: you expected to be dicked around by your job (even one you haven’t gotten yet) — but not by friends.
I talked it out with some other people. I don’t know if it’ll get me anywhere, but I think I found a pretty good strategy for contacting the department head without pissing off either him or the HR woman. If they liked me as much as I thought they did, he can bug HR for my resume. If he didn’t, that’s that.
I hope this strategy works out, even though it has FAILURE written all over it, because then I can fuck Mark over. We’ll be even, and then we can go back to being normal friends again. No muss, no fuss.
If it doesn’t work out, though…I’m a hell of a grudge-holder.
Posted by Stan on March 18, 2008 4:48 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
May 16, 2007
Employment Horrors
Earlier this week, I had a phone interview with a woman at a classy downtown law firm where a friend of mine works. It went pretty well, as it is one of the rare job interviews where I’m not at least partially bullshitting my experience level, and even better: it’s full time, pays really well, good benefits, all that jazz. The only real problem, aside from the fact that I don’t actually have the job yet, is that it’s on the 66th floor of the Sears Tower. The combination of my comical fear of heights and propensity toward seasickness* might be a mitigating factor; I just hope 95% of the job involves being seated in a cubicle with no windows in my sightline. But we’ll see how it goes. I have an in-person interview with HR on Friday, followed by an interview with the department manager at a later date (it’ll be pretty obvious if the second interview is not scheduled that I didn’t get the job).
Lately, I’ve tended to not tell my dad about these jobs. He has a tendency to stress me out more than I already am, acting like the fate of the world is riding on me getting a job as soon as possible (and to him, it probably is — he’s been wanting me out of the house pretty much since I came back). He also takes it way too hard when I don’t get the job (a part of the whole “fate of the world” mentality, I guess), so I usually just tell him after the fact on the day of the interview, or after I’ve confirmed whether or not I have the job.
This law firm interview is no different; it’s a better lead than I’ve had in awhile, what with the whole “I actually have experience” thing, and it’s coming at the recommendation of a friend who is (apparently) well regarded at the firm, but like any job it’s not a sure thing. I planned to just not say anything until after the second interview, or after the first if I don’t get a second and therefore know I didn’t get the job…
…and then I got an e-mail from my dad. A position where he works — a definite sure thing — has come up again. I stupidly turned it down last summer because I had this misguided belief that a café job, while paying less, wouldn’t be as stressful. Because my life would be nothing without constant irony, turning down the first job led me to the most stressful café job I’ve ever worked. I ended up semi-quitting when I took a quick trip to Los Angeles for a job interview. Technically I was fired for not showing up to work, but I made the decision knowing what the consequence would be; I could have begged for the job back, but shit was it miserable. This led me to the total opposite of my “cafés pay less but are less stressful” theory: if I have to deal with the same bullshit, I might as well get paid for it.
In yet another ironic twist, the guy my dad’s buddy hired in my stead was fired for not showing up to work. He decided to restrategize, training somebody he’s already got to do the job part-time (and do his normal job the rest of the time), then hiring another part-time person. That way, if the part-timer is unreliable, disappears off the face of the Earth or quits with no notice, he has a backup. But if the part-timer is reliable, he can be bumped up to full-time eventually.
So here we have it: a part-time (for now) sure thing where they know me and would be okay if I ditched out with no notice to pursue something better, or a gamble on a much better job. My dad’s buddy wants to train both a new part-timer (i.e., me) and the guy he already has simultaneously, starting next week. I had to spill it about the job interview, which has managed to fuck everything up. My dad, who hasn’t tried to find a job in 20 years, seems to be under the delusion that the typical interview process goes like this: you go in for an interview and are hired the same day, starting the following day. I’ve only had this experience twice in my life: one was a shitty retail job (where I think that type of hiring process is more common, since it’s monkey work), and one was an office job.
I’ve been on a lot of job interviews, and all but two have been a long and irritating multi-tiered process. When I told my dad about the other interview, he said, “Okay, call him on Friday after the interview and tell him whether or not you’re interested. He wants to start training you guys on Monday.”
I told him I might know if I don’t have the job, but I definitely won’t know if I do have it. I offered to train for the job with my dad’s buddy, since he has a hard-on to do it ASAP, and then if I get the other one I’d be out the door. I sorta think that’s a waste of my time, but I should probably keep my bases covered. I’m just not sure why it can’t wait another week…
*The Sears Tower one of the many modern skyscrapers designed to sway with the wind, and the higher you get, the more you feel it.
Posted by Stan on May 16, 2007 10:19 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
