2004-05-24 - 4:45 p.m.
What I want....
So I'm up to my eyeballs in job interviews this week. I am damn lucky that I have so many out of the office meetings when I am not scraping to get the fuck out of this job. It's so bizaare how you just never know with these things. Never. Last Friday I got word from Brownwar that they wanted to interview me for an field job. I had a great interaction on the phone. That evening I had an interview with the International Enemies Disservice Organization. It was weird. Just plain weird. I talk with five people, only one I'd be working with, and the had a list of questions to ask me and that was it. No chitchat, no side conversations, just the facts sir. And their questions were so weird. Stuff like "How do you supervise someone who consistently turns in shitty work?" How do I answer that? The people who've worked under me have consistently turned in quality work. That's why I hired them. When a draft wasn't up to snuff, I told them what needed to be changed. No big whoop. Anyway, I never could connect with my interviewers on any personal level.
So this morning, I interview with the Brownwar guy. Great rapport. Fun to talk to. But the ending was weird. We talked and joked and talked and joked and I asked some questions about them and then he couldn't wait to get rid of me. He was just like "ok, great. Bye now." Wha...?
So anyway, I call mr. Activision who's working at home and I ask him to check my cell phone. Sure enough, the International Enemies called me back for a second interview. THis job is my dream job. Doing multi-issue organizing in a consensus-based organization. I want this job. I am asking for an positive thoughts you have to swing my way because I think at this point it's out of my hands (as if it were ever in my hands but whatever).
Wish me luck and send me good thoughts because I might just have a chance to kick ass.
