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17 comments:
Boo to "restructuring"
Boo indeed.
How's the job "restructuring" going?
I don't think anybody over here talks like a pirate unless they try to talk like a pirate.
Ooo ar.
I like it.
Today was my last day. As of this moment I am redundant and without a job.
My future looks full of application forms and god, how I love them.
Urghhhhhhhh!
Sorry to hear it was your last day.
Did they at least give you cake and pizza?
I hate interviews and applications.
Once upon a time, I had an interview for a little company. The building itself was hidden in a complex. I wasn't familiar with the area and I got lost. Really lost.
I called to tell the person with whom I was interview with that I got lost and that I might be a little late.
She gave me vague directions and then hung up on me. I tried her stupid directions and wound up really extra lost.
When I called her back to try and re-schedule (mind you I was even still considered on time for the meeting) she started to yell at me and give me shit.
I told her to remove my name from her interview list. She sounded completely shocked and asked why I was going to not meet with her.
I told her that if she feels comfortable yelling at me and giving me such a ration of shit and she doesn't even know me, there was no way I would ever want to work for her.
I still remember her name. Oddly enough, her last name was Nicely.
She wasn't.
Good luck on your interviews.
I'm sure you'll do great!
Nicely, never has there been a more inappropriate name.
I'm glad that you did get lost cos if you'd got the job, it's probably have been horrible. It's that fate thing happening again. You had a lucky escape.
If her name had been anything other than that, I never would've remembered.
How's the search going?
Bleurgh!
That's how it's going.
Bleurgh.
I hear ya.
I hope you find exactly what you want and they over-pay you because they love you so much.
*in sad sobbing voice*
I would love to be overpaid.
I would love to be overpaid too.
[pats you on the shoulder]
*still sobbing*
Don't sob. You'll be alright. Hey, maybe you'll even find a better job than you had before. One that you love, love, love and they love you in return.
Autumn?
As a child, I didn't get it. There were no leaves to kick around. I couldn't even wrap my head around the idea of it. When my mother would explain it to me, all I kept thinking was "Ugh, what a mess!"
Now I know better.
I love the mess. I love the smell. I love the colors.
My front lawn is an ocean of yellow at the moment. My trees are bare and there's a chance of snow on Saturday night.
The. Best. Season. Ever!
*pokes you back* :)
I'm sorry about the job restructuring :( Being someone who does contract work in the precarious profession of theatre, I can commiserate. Good luck with the job search, and if you find yourself flagging have a restorative pizza break :)
Jenn, I love looking out of the window and seeing all the Autumn colours while you are snuggy warm with the heating on.
if you find yourself flagging have a restorative pizza break :)
RW, it's like you can read my mind.
:D
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