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Apr. 15th, 2004 03:25 pmI am going to rant, complain, and whine now.
(I've been planning on doing this all day, but then I looked at pictures of Dylan and Susan's baby. It's really hard to be Pissed Off with images of a cute little baby floating about in my head, but I'm going to try not to let that stop me.)
Aaaanyway, the thing is that I had my job interview this morning, and I really must make it known that I'm really fucking tired of getting the brush off by being told that I'm too smart for the job. Really. I understand that it's supposed to be a gentle let down type deal, but the sad fact is that if they really thought that I was that smart, they wouldn't insult that intelligence by giving me weak excuses.
The beginning of the conversation went something like "We're looking for intellectuals, people with education, to try and improve the tone here." It ended with "I have no doubt that you could do the work, but I'm worried that you're too intellectual for us. Most of the people here came straight out of high school, and I'm not sure that they'd be comfortable."
Yes, I often have trouble fitting my big brain through doorways.
If I were that impressive, I wouldn't be having such trouble finding a job, now, would I? I hope being weasley made -him- feel better about the whole thing.
Also, this has crept to the top of my hate list: "You seem really cool, but I'm just not sure we're cool enough for you." What the fuck is -that- all about? If there's one thing I am not, it's cool. I have come to terms with this. Argh.
Also "At least you're 21. I'd love to be 21 again." Sure you would, buddy, because your dad owns the company and so you didn't have to worry about being a huge loser who couldn't get a decent job.
With any luck this rant is for nothing and I'll have a new job next week, but I find it doubtful. I'm just so tired of being broke and unhappy. (I know I'm not the only one, but this is my goddam livejournal and I am the center of this particular universe.) I can deal with one or the other, but both is starting to wear on me. And it's manifesting physically...well, either that or I'm riddled with tumors, and considering my good luck/bad luck ratio lately, each is equally possible. I moved to Seattle to get away from being miserable and I'm doing my best, but it's not working out so good.
But please, don't tell me about how it could be worse and how starving kids in Africa don't even have jobs, because I know all that. I know that I could shave my head and join a cult and make someone else show me the path to enlightenment. I know that I could quit my job and live off my credit cards and dedicate my life to finding a sugar daddy. It has been worse and I'm glad it no longer is, but that doesn't mean I don't want it to get better.
Aside from all of this, I've noticed lately that my letters from Florida are stamped "Greetings from far far away" over the stamp, and I think that's really cute.
(I've been planning on doing this all day, but then I looked at pictures of Dylan and Susan's baby. It's really hard to be Pissed Off with images of a cute little baby floating about in my head, but I'm going to try not to let that stop me.)
Aaaanyway, the thing is that I had my job interview this morning, and I really must make it known that I'm really fucking tired of getting the brush off by being told that I'm too smart for the job. Really. I understand that it's supposed to be a gentle let down type deal, but the sad fact is that if they really thought that I was that smart, they wouldn't insult that intelligence by giving me weak excuses.
The beginning of the conversation went something like "We're looking for intellectuals, people with education, to try and improve the tone here." It ended with "I have no doubt that you could do the work, but I'm worried that you're too intellectual for us. Most of the people here came straight out of high school, and I'm not sure that they'd be comfortable."
Yes, I often have trouble fitting my big brain through doorways.
If I were that impressive, I wouldn't be having such trouble finding a job, now, would I? I hope being weasley made -him- feel better about the whole thing.
Also, this has crept to the top of my hate list: "You seem really cool, but I'm just not sure we're cool enough for you." What the fuck is -that- all about? If there's one thing I am not, it's cool. I have come to terms with this. Argh.
Also "At least you're 21. I'd love to be 21 again." Sure you would, buddy, because your dad owns the company and so you didn't have to worry about being a huge loser who couldn't get a decent job.
With any luck this rant is for nothing and I'll have a new job next week, but I find it doubtful. I'm just so tired of being broke and unhappy. (I know I'm not the only one, but this is my goddam livejournal and I am the center of this particular universe.) I can deal with one or the other, but both is starting to wear on me. And it's manifesting physically...well, either that or I'm riddled with tumors, and considering my good luck/bad luck ratio lately, each is equally possible. I moved to Seattle to get away from being miserable and I'm doing my best, but it's not working out so good.
But please, don't tell me about how it could be worse and how starving kids in Africa don't even have jobs, because I know all that. I know that I could shave my head and join a cult and make someone else show me the path to enlightenment. I know that I could quit my job and live off my credit cards and dedicate my life to finding a sugar daddy. It has been worse and I'm glad it no longer is, but that doesn't mean I don't want it to get better.
Aside from all of this, I've noticed lately that my letters from Florida are stamped "Greetings from far far away" over the stamp, and I think that's really cute.
