i don't have a job 3:8 (wooh!)
attempted concise version of a long and rambly post i just deleted.
i spent most of yesterday hanging around the house being pretty fucking upset and avoiding returning a call from the girl who interviewed me the other week (i made the assumption that they wanted me to come in for an interview). i'm really going to need a job pretty fucking soon for a variety of reasons ranging from money (duh), to avoiding going into a depressive bunk due to having nothing to do with my time. and god knows the IT field doesn't have a large amount of prospects at the moment.
however, the company's biggest client is a pretty fucking large oil company - meaning that i'd probably end up spending the majority of my waking hours working for the benefit an industry i despise. i'm not going into it (too easy to come across as a self righteous twat, and it doesn't seem like such a big deal anymore anyway), but i took a hell of a long time mulling stuff over before deciding that should i be offered a job i'd say have to say no. fuck it. no reputable study that i'm aware of has disproved the theory that the moral highground is paved with a variety of tasty yet nutritional foodstuffs and leads to a land where cute little elves sporadically run up to people handing out money by day and randomly paying off bills by night.
i phoned the girl this afternoon and was told that they were impressed by the stuff i'd done in the past, but the job description had changed in the interim. although i wasn't really applicable anymore they may still call me in the future to get me to code on contract if they start to get more projects than their regular staff can handle.
a real man would've decided that the only proper option would be to grow a trotsky beard and do their damnedest to take the system down from the inside while mumbling whatever the hip dogmatic polysyllables of the day are. but a real man by definition is actually physically capable of growing a trotsky beard, so the option wasn't even open to me.
i spent most of yesterday hanging around the house being pretty fucking upset and avoiding returning a call from the girl who interviewed me the other week (i made the assumption that they wanted me to come in for an interview). i'm really going to need a job pretty fucking soon for a variety of reasons ranging from money (duh), to avoiding going into a depressive bunk due to having nothing to do with my time. and god knows the IT field doesn't have a large amount of prospects at the moment.
however, the company's biggest client is a pretty fucking large oil company - meaning that i'd probably end up spending the majority of my waking hours working for the benefit an industry i despise. i'm not going into it (too easy to come across as a self righteous twat, and it doesn't seem like such a big deal anymore anyway), but i took a hell of a long time mulling stuff over before deciding that should i be offered a job i'd say have to say no. fuck it. no reputable study that i'm aware of has disproved the theory that the moral highground is paved with a variety of tasty yet nutritional foodstuffs and leads to a land where cute little elves sporadically run up to people handing out money by day and randomly paying off bills by night.
i phoned the girl this afternoon and was told that they were impressed by the stuff i'd done in the past, but the job description had changed in the interim. although i wasn't really applicable anymore they may still call me in the future to get me to code on contract if they start to get more projects than their regular staff can handle.
a real man would've decided that the only proper option would be to grow a trotsky beard and do their damnedest to take the system down from the inside while mumbling whatever the hip dogmatic polysyllables of the day are. but a real man by definition is actually physically capable of growing a trotsky beard, so the option wasn't even open to me.