Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
By Friday last week, I was resigned to taking the job that's not a job. I was to be there Monday morning.
On Oct. 12th I had a promising interview for a real job. Following all of my responses to her questions, the interviewer said, PER-fict. After a few questions, she changed that to PER-fict. PER-fict. I was to hear the decision on my employment in 24-48 hours. After hearing nothing for four days, I contacted the recruiter by email and by voice mail message. Crickets.
I continued to apply for jobs and respond to company representatives who had seen my résumé online and wanted to talk to me.
Last week on Wednesday, I had a perfunctory telephone interview, which led to a request for me to take a lengthy assessment. Then came a request for me to view and listen to 30 minutes of information about the job and take part in a 60 minute video interview on Friday afternoon.
Friday morning, I nearly blew off the interview. I knew they would not hire me. Then I decided, rather reluctantly, that it wouldn't hurt to go through with it, but I made no special efforts. I took a shower at the last minute; my hair was wet and uncombed. I wore a t-shirt and jeans. Instead of sitting at my dining room table with good lighting and an attractive background, I sat in a comfortable chair with my feet up.
At the conclusion of the interview, an offer was made. I accepted.
It's a real job with real pay and real benefits that begin in the beginning.
In a few weeks, I start work.
I'm pleased and excited and look forward to kicking butt.
Infinities of love,