3rd Interview
Today I had my third interview for the job I want. It went really well, which I kind of hate because it fills me with false hope. The best thing to do after an interview is to write your "thank you" note then move on. I hate trying to second guess them.
But it did go well. We talked for an hour and 15 minutes and it was really enjoyable. Most interviews I go on I really feel ambiguous about the job, but this job I really want.
He wants me to come back and meet with 2 more people next week and have a phone call with another. That will make 5 meetings. Unreal. I remember when I used to have one interview and get hired. There are too many candidates and too much of a process for every position today.
At this point I feel like I have about a 70% chance of getting it.
I had my regular Tuesday meeting at my job earlier in the day. There is a segment where our Managing Director expects input from the group and no one was volunteering today so I raised my hand. I had something interesting to say and I swear to you, about 30 seconds into it he begins talking over me and interupting me. The dude hates me. It is so weird and so obvious. But he's one of these types that is probably completely unaware that he does it. He has big issues. He told me during my review that I'm really "super-smart." I kid you not. It was such a Jan Brady kind of word. Before you think I'm bragging a) I don't value compliments from morons and b) the context was something like "you're super-smart and I don't get why your not succeeding here."
Gee thanks, asshole.
Anyway, my girl the receptionist got fired and I had no idea until today. It must have been in the works for weeks because they had a permanent hire in her seat already. I am bummed. I liked her. She had a good sense of humour, worked hard and would do stuff for me. She had too much sass for the Managing Director though. He likes his staff obedient and docile. Maybe she had "super-sass." She definitely had super-ass though. She was just telling me last week about how she went to visit her friend who works in a store on Fulton Street in Brooklyn. After 15 minutes, her super-ass attracted such attention from the street-hanging locals that they were all pushed up against the glass pointing her out. She had to leave through the back door.
I'll miss her. That's how my place is, though. Here today, empyt desk tomorrow.
Tomorrow I'm going to see my Mom and Dad to get (not borrow, get) some money. They know it's coming and it is the first time in about 10 years that I have asked. It sucks a lot and I don't want to do it but I have to. It makes me really depressed sometimes when I think about my situation but I know it could be much worse. All I want to do is get a job I like and make some money again. Pay off my debts. Work on my house. Plant a nice garden. Maybe take a trip to Italy.
One step at a time. I hope this job works out. It really is perfect for me (and them.)
But it did go well. We talked for an hour and 15 minutes and it was really enjoyable. Most interviews I go on I really feel ambiguous about the job, but this job I really want.
He wants me to come back and meet with 2 more people next week and have a phone call with another. That will make 5 meetings. Unreal. I remember when I used to have one interview and get hired. There are too many candidates and too much of a process for every position today.
At this point I feel like I have about a 70% chance of getting it.
I had my regular Tuesday meeting at my job earlier in the day. There is a segment where our Managing Director expects input from the group and no one was volunteering today so I raised my hand. I had something interesting to say and I swear to you, about 30 seconds into it he begins talking over me and interupting me. The dude hates me. It is so weird and so obvious. But he's one of these types that is probably completely unaware that he does it. He has big issues. He told me during my review that I'm really "super-smart." I kid you not. It was such a Jan Brady kind of word. Before you think I'm bragging a) I don't value compliments from morons and b) the context was something like "you're super-smart and I don't get why your not succeeding here."
Gee thanks, asshole.
Anyway, my girl the receptionist got fired and I had no idea until today. It must have been in the works for weeks because they had a permanent hire in her seat already. I am bummed. I liked her. She had a good sense of humour, worked hard and would do stuff for me. She had too much sass for the Managing Director though. He likes his staff obedient and docile. Maybe she had "super-sass." She definitely had super-ass though. She was just telling me last week about how she went to visit her friend who works in a store on Fulton Street in Brooklyn. After 15 minutes, her super-ass attracted such attention from the street-hanging locals that they were all pushed up against the glass pointing her out. She had to leave through the back door.
I'll miss her. That's how my place is, though. Here today, empyt desk tomorrow.
Tomorrow I'm going to see my Mom and Dad to get (not borrow, get) some money. They know it's coming and it is the first time in about 10 years that I have asked. It sucks a lot and I don't want to do it but I have to. It makes me really depressed sometimes when I think about my situation but I know it could be much worse. All I want to do is get a job I like and make some money again. Pay off my debts. Work on my house. Plant a nice garden. Maybe take a trip to Italy.
One step at a time. I hope this job works out. It really is perfect for me (and them.)
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