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So I finally got a call back from the people at the Birmingham Eccentric about the full-time sports writer position I applied for a while back. I go in, sit in the waiting room for a bit, take in the surroundings some, get a feel for what kind of interview I'm gonna have to deal with. Finally, I'm called back, and we walk down the hallway to whoever this guy is and his assistant I suppose. He looks over my resume, asks me the usual, "What did this job have to do with you applying here?", "Why do you think you're a good candidate?" all that shit. I send him whatever answers I think apply, and things are seemingly going really well. The assistant has a couple of follow-up questions for me, I answer, then notice while she's holding this part of the interview, he's going over the three writing samples I sent in with my resume. After she's done, he takes a couple last looks over my articles then explains to me that I'm "really what they've been looking for." I'm told that my constant work schedule and ability to adjust to varied environments is what the last guy couldn't handle and is why they're looking for a new writer. "However," he continues, "There are several fairly basic errors in your copy here. We can't have that kind of lack of attention to detail that you're clearly displaying." I'm freaking out at this point. I had this whole interview wrapped up until he re-read my articles??? Some simplistic copy errors are gonna cost me this job??? "That said, I'm sure this is just mental error and we won't have much of that in the future, will we?" he finishes with the kind of shit-eating smile you would expect from a comment like that. "No sir. Simple oversights, that's all." I replied. We all shook hands, I was welcomed to the team and expected back in the office on Monday.
I damn near ran out of the office. I got on the phone, called my parents, my siblings, hell, anyone that would listen. I finally landed the job I was looking for. This was amazing. Walking down a part of Birmingham I wasn't particularly familiar with, I noticed my car wasn't where I parked it. Now, like I said, I wasn't terribly familiar with this part of town, and given my excitement, it was certainly possible that I just passed it, or didn't walk far enough, whatever. After walking three or four blocks, it became very apparent that something was wrong. After coming back to the original spot, I notice broken glass, and it hits me that my car is stolen.
I hate it when I play practical jokes on myself. That dream was so real too. So yeah, here's to continuing the job search. Oh, by the way, fuck you brain. That wasn't funny.
I damn near ran out of the office. I got on the phone, called my parents, my siblings, hell, anyone that would listen. I finally landed the job I was looking for. This was amazing. Walking down a part of Birmingham I wasn't particularly familiar with, I noticed my car wasn't where I parked it. Now, like I said, I wasn't terribly familiar with this part of town, and given my excitement, it was certainly possible that I just passed it, or didn't walk far enough, whatever. After walking three or four blocks, it became very apparent that something was wrong. After coming back to the original spot, I notice broken glass, and it hits me that my car is stolen.
I hate it when I play practical jokes on myself. That dream was so real too. So yeah, here's to continuing the job search. Oh, by the way, fuck you brain. That wasn't funny.