It happened again
Today's interview didn't take place either, since the address I had this time led me to an abandoned office building. Fun!
Seriously.
Yesterday's snafu was partially my fault, because I transposed two numbers of the address. But again, that's the address that I found on Google because these goddamn people never gave me any kind of contact information and their emails read like a teenager's IMs, in that they are one line long and have absolutely no corporate signature or other indicator that it's anything but a fake email. 'Can you interview tomorrow at 12PM?' That is the extent of their information. No directions, no 'ring the bell for the receptionist,' no phone number, nothing. It's a cruel game of cat and also-cat.
They ought to just take down the frigging job posting on Monster and put up something a little more accurate. Being the consummate professional I have written something for them.
Are you only interviewing with us out of a vague feeling of guilt about being unemployed and chasing a stupid dream! Well we don't want you either, but dance to our sadistic tune anyway! We aren't really based in Florida, we're a cable company with no presence whatsoever in this state but plenty of presence in the Pacific Northwest! Roam around a part of town entirely made up of warehouses, truckyards, and retention ponds! Be completely demoralized as a result of our failure to provide you with helpful information, when you can't find us at all and slink home to drown your sorrows in ice cream! Could that abandoned office building we sent you to actually be the setup for a horrifying sexual assault? Come find out!
Position title: Whatever you want it to be! It's not real!
Pay: Moonbeams and forget-me-nots.
Benefits: Powered entirely by your imagination
Seriously.
Yesterday's snafu was partially my fault, because I transposed two numbers of the address. But again, that's the address that I found on Google because these goddamn people never gave me any kind of contact information and their emails read like a teenager's IMs, in that they are one line long and have absolutely no corporate signature or other indicator that it's anything but a fake email. 'Can you interview tomorrow at 12PM?' That is the extent of their information. No directions, no 'ring the bell for the receptionist,' no phone number, nothing. It's a cruel game of cat and also-cat.
They ought to just take down the frigging job posting on Monster and put up something a little more accurate. Being the consummate professional I have written something for them.
Are you only interviewing with us out of a vague feeling of guilt about being unemployed and chasing a stupid dream! Well we don't want you either, but dance to our sadistic tune anyway! We aren't really based in Florida, we're a cable company with no presence whatsoever in this state but plenty of presence in the Pacific Northwest! Roam around a part of town entirely made up of warehouses, truckyards, and retention ponds! Be completely demoralized as a result of our failure to provide you with helpful information, when you can't find us at all and slink home to drown your sorrows in ice cream! Could that abandoned office building we sent you to actually be the setup for a horrifying sexual assault? Come find out!
Position title: Whatever you want it to be! It's not real!
Pay: Moonbeams and forget-me-nots.
Benefits: Powered entirely by your imagination