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Friday, August 26, 2005

Get a Job

Somehow, in spite of my many problems on the day of my first interview, I managed to get called back for a second interview. I left my family early yesterday morning (feeling pretty guilty and selfish about that) in order to go to a second interview.

This second interview was of a surprising format: I interviewed with the VP, the person who would become my boss, as well as two of the people that I would work with. Apparently this company is so concerned with having a friendly and pleasant environment, they want to have their team interview prospective new members. I felt like I was pledging Sig Ep again.

It seemed to go well in spite of my newly sprouted 3 zits circling my nose...I shall now call them The Three Sisters...Not to mention the wonderful cold sore now forming thanks to the shock of an incredible amount of stress on my system. It went well, in spite of the fact that group seemed very concerned that I would accept them. It was like they were saying "we're not worthy" all of the while I'm thinking "pleeeeeeeease pick me!"

So today I went to work and tried not to get too worked up about things...Then I hear from my boss that the company had called her for a reference. Hrm, a good thing, I think! Then, right as I was heading to lunch, they called on my cell phone. Out of fear, I couldn't answer it and decided I would go to lunch before returning their call. I needed to eat and then collect myself.

Well, needless to say, I was a wreck by the time I spoke with them. This time, they'd sent their Director of Staffing to call me and make sure I didn't have any other questions for them. I said "no" and we proceeded to talk a while before he said "We would like for you to join our team." I was elated! But had decided I wouldn't give them an answer before talking with our newly appointed Director of HR to see what he had to say.

When I asked him what value I was to the company, he couldn't give me an answer. He couldn't tell me one thing good that I brought to the table. That did it.. I was furious. I remember a few weeks ago when he told my boss that he knew she was sending out her resume and that he "wished she would put her resume away...There is a future for you here." Apparently he didn't feel that way about me... So there you go.

Mucho Sadness. Maybe you don't know what you've got until it's truly gone, or maybe I've just overextended my welcome.


At 8/28/2005 1:11 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

I think you've known for a long time that these people don't appreciate you. That's their loss, hun. Completely. They're obviously blind and ignorant. Get to steppin'.


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