soapboxdiner

Why yes, I would like fries with this

Why is it ever time I try to talk to someone I'm really trying to impress, everything comes out of my mouth in Elmer Fud-inese?

The interview: They knew all of my references. They knew all of my former employers - and mentioned a few I hadn't even listed. They named-dropped like it was reunion night at the House floor. I showed them my letters of recommendation. They asked, "Can we call this doctor who wrote nice things about you four years ago?"

"Um, why don't you let me call him first to announce you."

So I called.

"Hi, doctor? It's me, SBD."

"Refresh me. I don't recall who the hell you are."

Abba da abba da, that's all folks.

Right.

Did I mention that the HR manager said, "I don't see a lot of phone work on your resume."? Phone work. I'm so not getting this job.

I fear I am destined to be a temporary worker until my dying day. I'm so bummed.

2:39 pm - 11.22.02
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