May 04, 2006 13:01
So i just I got back from NYC. Supposedly, I was going in for a job interview, but what it turned out to be was two hours screaming and cursing the name of the parents of the over drivers who would have better off aborting them as fetus and selling them as a shrimp cocktail, then parking illegally to run down to the address i had. When I got in the building I was all but cavity searched, then went up stairs to find out nobody knew who the hell I was supposed to meet with. Their answer
"Just hope they call back."
Well, obviously I didn't want to just leave so I tried to track down the meeting. The thing is that woman who called me on thursday rushed so quickly she didn't give me her name and number. In fact She almost didn't give me the address, I had to ask her for it during a 0.3 second pause before she hung up the phone (in fact she never even gave me the suite number). When I tried explaining this people looked at me like I was insane. Like it is some how my fault the someone with the phone skills of a rhesus monkey contact me and hung up as quickly as possible so she could leave work on time to go home and catch her the Seinfeld episode where Kramer does something wacky, ellain has romantic trouble, george has work trouble, and Jerry is caught in the middle of it. (I hate Seinfeld. I am probably the only one who does)
So no interview, No way to contact the woman, No job. Great. I vented, I'm better.