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Kicks you hard...
In the past week, I've been going to one interview after another, hoping to find another job elsewhere. So far, it's been a series of initial interviews and meetings. How sad is that? Pathetic, really. Hits you hard on the self-esteem balls.
Each interview becomes more desperate, more frantic. It's as if you want to try harder to impress them, then later on, after the adrenaline rush is over, you slap yourself and ask "what the bloody fuck did I do that for?"
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My last interview was a major bloody disaster. First, they made me join a group - it was a group full of agents, strike 1. Then, my interviewer asked if I wanted coffee. Stupid bloody wanker of a machine had mo more water. Interview starts amd she asks the usual questions, I was blindsided when she asked why there was a huge gap from whence I graduated to Convergys. I replied as a matter of factly, "I had clinical depression and I wasn an actress. Pretty much embarrased by both so I didn't put it in". My brain was screaming "SHUT THE FUCK UP!! SHUT YOUR TRAP!!!...oh well, say goodbye to this job. nice going, jackass!"
I made a mental note to change my name, my identity and have plastic surgery as soon as I get the bloody fuck out of the building.
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What the bloody hell am I doing? Am I really that unhappy? Am I really that desperate to leave my company?
I AM that despearte. It's time to go. Someone, anyone, HIRE ME!
Each interview becomes more desperate, more frantic. It's as if you want to try harder to impress them, then later on, after the adrenaline rush is over, you slap yourself and ask "what the bloody fuck did I do that for?"
***
My last interview was a major bloody disaster. First, they made me join a group - it was a group full of agents, strike 1. Then, my interviewer asked if I wanted coffee. Stupid bloody wanker of a machine had mo more water. Interview starts amd she asks the usual questions, I was blindsided when she asked why there was a huge gap from whence I graduated to Convergys. I replied as a matter of factly, "I had clinical depression and I wasn an actress. Pretty much embarrased by both so I didn't put it in". My brain was screaming "SHUT THE FUCK UP!! SHUT YOUR TRAP!!!...oh well, say goodbye to this job. nice going, jackass!"
I made a mental note to change my name, my identity and have plastic surgery as soon as I get the bloody fuck out of the building.
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What the bloody hell am I doing? Am I really that unhappy? Am I really that desperate to leave my company?
I AM that despearte. It's time to go. Someone, anyone, HIRE ME!
