Not meant to be all over again
Now I see the other great reason for this lj thing, it's wonderful therapy.
Got a call from Rogers video. It was the manager, setting me up with a classic 'good news/bad news' scenario. Custom dictates that the bad news comes first like a hail of bullets, so I was told that I didn't get the job. Bit of a surprise, as both managers seemed to dig me during the interview. She said it just came down to me and some other guy (a story older than Abel's) but that she wished me well (a story older than Cain's). The good news was that they loved me so much that they were referring me to the manager of another Roger's, because they soooo wanted me in the company. The catch? This Roger's location is about a 35-40 min drive from my house, 33-38 minutes more than I'd have to drive to the one I interviewed at. Oh yeah, I'd have to be interviewed again, which is always a joy. I can understand that, as that manager hasn't met me yet. What kills me is that I was told all this a handy 5 min after the faraway manager left his store for the day, meaning I haven't even spoken to him about this interview. The next time he's in is the day of it. I almost planned on attending! But, considering everything, like burning gas for measly min wage (and working the cash "nightmare machine" register and the psycho-killer purple shirt) I decided to let it slide.
Understand I'm not down because I didn't get that particular job... it's this uneasy feeling that I'm completely unwanted in the world. It's a feeling that keeps dogging me, and the last thing I need is to slip into full-blown paranoia, but sometimes when evidence stacks up against you, fate is unavoidable. I hate this.
I've also finally decided that my final, plan B, last ditch, back-against-wall, Wild Bunch, desperate plan for my life in this world, when everything else has fallen through, is to hitch a ride to New Orleans and become a tour guide/tarot card reader. Anyone care to come?
Yeah, a few years ago, i would have laughed too.
Be seeing you...
Got a call from Rogers video. It was the manager, setting me up with a classic 'good news/bad news' scenario. Custom dictates that the bad news comes first like a hail of bullets, so I was told that I didn't get the job. Bit of a surprise, as both managers seemed to dig me during the interview. She said it just came down to me and some other guy (a story older than Abel's) but that she wished me well (a story older than Cain's). The good news was that they loved me so much that they were referring me to the manager of another Roger's, because they soooo wanted me in the company. The catch? This Roger's location is about a 35-40 min drive from my house, 33-38 minutes more than I'd have to drive to the one I interviewed at. Oh yeah, I'd have to be interviewed again, which is always a joy. I can understand that, as that manager hasn't met me yet. What kills me is that I was told all this a handy 5 min after the faraway manager left his store for the day, meaning I haven't even spoken to him about this interview. The next time he's in is the day of it. I almost planned on attending! But, considering everything, like burning gas for measly min wage (and working the cash "nightmare machine" register and the psycho-killer purple shirt) I decided to let it slide.
Understand I'm not down because I didn't get that particular job... it's this uneasy feeling that I'm completely unwanted in the world. It's a feeling that keeps dogging me, and the last thing I need is to slip into full-blown paranoia, but sometimes when evidence stacks up against you, fate is unavoidable. I hate this.
I've also finally decided that my final, plan B, last ditch, back-against-wall, Wild Bunch, desperate plan for my life in this world, when everything else has fallen through, is to hitch a ride to New Orleans and become a tour guide/tarot card reader. Anyone care to come?
Yeah, a few years ago, i would have laughed too.
Be seeing you...