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Little Slice of Something

I didn't really have time because at lunch time I ran to the post office and grocery store, then ran a couple miles. I was at the end of my couple miles when the receptionist called and told me that some guy had dropped in, unannounced, and wanted to interview for the tech writer position we have open. Needless to say, he Knows Somebody.

Could I come out and meet him? Let's see...I'm on day four of my workout clothes and I've just run two miles. I'm one of those women who sweats like a fucking musk ox, and these clothes were already pretty exciting when I put them on. At this point, those visible funk waves emanating from my person are mile markers counting down the distance to the Heart O' Funkytown - population: my shorts. No, I can't come and meet this guy in the next five minutes.

I take a shower and go back to my desk to be greeted by a phone call saying that this guy is still here and wants to see me. I peruse his resume on my way to the conference room, and it reads like my Dad's. He's worked for a lot of companies in some fairly highly-placed positions, he's owned his own business. And now he wants to come here? Who's zoomin' who?

I talked to him for nearly 45 minutes. He's an interesting guy and we had a good chat, but there's no way in hell he'd be happy doing the grunt work of technical writing. Not going to happen. And I'm a little annoyed that I ended up taking the hour that it took to talk to him and write up my report of that talk, because I had been told unequivocally that we are not hiring another tech writer.

Apparently, because the last qualified person wanted more than we were willing to pay, we don't need one. So, I'm doing that person's work. And my own. And that of another woman who left because her project got cut but now we're ressurrecting it. And meanwhile our software writer is doing the work of another tech writer who got fired a year ago. And some new stuff that's come up in hardware.

In the meantime, they've made a complete ninny the head of one of the groups, and he persists in talking to me like I'm retarded. Before he got promoted, we were friends and we joked and talked and he was a great guy. The sudden bump in responsibility leaves him thinking that he's gotten smarter, more competent and better-liked as well, but alas, it's all in his mind. He went from harmless likeable peon to obnoxious asshole. His stuff does not get very high priority. Call me petty, but they don't even pay me enough to do my actual job, let alone deal with that sort of thing.

The nice thing is that I will have very little to miss once I finish this book and get the hell out. There are three or four people I'll miss greatly (two of whom live close anyway) and the gym is always a good thing. But not worth this shit.

I'm telling you, this is starting to grate on me like nobody's biz.


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Sep. 14th, 2004 11:29 pm (UTC)
Since when is it cool to drop in unannounced for a job interview?? OMG, I would never consider doing that! Drop in to schedule an interview, maybe.

Yeah, I'd be annoyed on all sorts of counts.
Sep. 15th, 2004 06:35 am (UTC)
Even my SALON doesn't take walk-ins! That strikes me as being really presumptuous and rude, dropping in for an interview.

Btw...how's the house?
Sep. 15th, 2004 07:38 am (UTC)
Ooooh. The house is phenomenal. My decision to have the housewarming two weeks after moving in paid off, as we're not living amid a pile of boxes which would just drive me crazy.

As it is, my life is haunted by "have you seen the box with...." The box with a file folder of papers I need. The box with the dock for my iPod. The box with the parts for that lamp. The box with my backpack...

But after dinner, when I can sit out on the deck and watch the creek go by, it's all worth it.
Sep. 15th, 2004 07:52 am (UTC)
Every box Fuzzy and I packed was labelled and I have a master inventory. There are, however, about forty boxes the MOVERS packed, and I know those will be all weird.
Sep. 15th, 2004 08:30 am (UTC)
For me, it came down to the fact that a month before we were due to move the whole house thing was up in the air and we didn't want to start packing if we weren't moving, and then I ended up working several weeks of 12-hour days. So the movers ended up packing nearly EVERYTHING, and they seem to have done it in some strange way that went "I'll go into this room and empty one drawer into this box. And then I'm going to go into another room and take everything off that one shelf at the back. And then I'll take four things off the kitchen counter to top it all off."
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