Thu 14 Oct 2004
Job Interview @ H$%s
Posted by Disappearing Boy under Job Interviews , Rant (Non Political)[4] Comments
Listening To: Zeros & Heroes : Clawfinger
Went in for an ‘assessment center’ (a form of involved group interview) today – another recruitment agency, #### this time. Feel pretty good about this one also, despite the fact I have a freakin flu I probably got from coffee girl, which made trying to talk pretty fun (not). Also, I have a sneaking suspicion if they offer me the job they’re going to want me to do Construction Recruitment in Parramatta office, despite the fact I made it very clear I wanted to do IT Recruitment in City / North Sydney in my initial ‘phone sell’ to two separate people. What’s a girl to do, huh ?
In other news, I only had enough money for a one-way ticket to the city from Waverton where I left my car. Was hoping to meet up with my ex after the interview so she could lend me a bit of cash like she’d promised, till money from dad I’ve been expecting came through. Alas when I called her I found out her pseudo-boyfriend (the jealous, possessive one who has major ‘issues’ with me and any other man she talks to by the sounds of it) was catching up with her tonight before he leaves the country for 3 months on Saturday, meaning she couldn’t come and meet with me for even 2 seconds to lend me the cash.
WELL SCREW YOU THEN BABY !
The only people who’ve got your back, and who will be there for you to the last, comprise a very short list. Yourself, your ma and da … and if you’re very very lucky, a Mellipop or two. That’s it grrls and bois ! Said revelation was confirmed for me shortly after when I checked my bank balance and realised the money from dad had finally come through. So now thanks to my da, and no thanks to my ex girlfriend, I can afford to eat again and pay my bills. Right after I go to The Tav to get royally pissed, and possibly pick up a dumb blonde 16 year old, which I’m going to do very shortly, right after I finish this blog entry. Thankyou, and good night.
October 15th, 2004 at 10:01 am
You look a bit like my uncle.
October 15th, 2004 at 10:52 am
Is that the creepy one who used to take you behind the bike-sheds after school when you were little, and make you ‘do things for uncle Danny … you know I’ll bring you some sweeties if you do’ ?
October 15th, 2004 at 10:59 am
No, he was very gruff and died of a brain aneurysm about five years ago. Not that it means that’s going to happen to you, of course…
October 15th, 2004 at 11:35 am
Right, coz I’m going out the best way … liver failure or lung cancer *nod*