Since the weather has been unseasonably warm for February and I've recently found myself with free time to spare once again the echo of my bell is echoing off the front range.
Being outside does help a bit. Fills up time and that's really important. You never appreciate the true length of twenty four hours until those hours are your sole possession. Suddenly the transition from morning to afternoon to night becomes far more relevant marking the lost time in painful minutes rather than suddenly coming out of nowhere.
On Wednesday I did about ten miles running errands while looking for work. Yeah I'm a mess right now and definitely have to take a shower but I don't care. Looking for work is work. Nothing else.
Apparently if one does not pay their tithe to an institution of higher learning then one's worth is proportional to the number of worksafe jokes one can tell at the drop of a hat. Unless you can really hustle a buck.
Message 11:
Date: Wed Feb 4 08:33:11 2009 MST
From: Jaybird (#105276)
To: spivak (#105570)
A piece of insight that gave me great relief.
When a megamultinational corporation puts out job descriptions, they have the same attitude towards the description as the stereotypical applicant has toward his or her resume. That is to say, they aren't *LYING*... but they're putting one hell of a gloss on the requirements.
When I got hired for a job that entailed, among other things, "Oracle Database Support" and the job reqs had, among other things, 5 years of oracle experience. I was hesitant because, hey, I didn't have a whole lot of oracle experience. They waved that away during the interview. As it turned out, the relevant portion of the job was actually monitoring monitoring scripts and restarting backup scripts (via a webpage) if the monitoring scripts said "hey, a backup fugged up". (Other parts of the job entailed restarting IIS on various servers). You'd never, ever, know that from the "Desired Candidate Experience" field.
Don't read a job description and think, automatically, "They'd never want me. I don't meet the requirements." They're stretching the truth. Grab your balls and go for it.
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I've always had an inkling this was the case. Human resources people trying to dissuade anyone from a monkey hitting a button job by saying a college degree is necessary and outrageous requirements for one's experience in a particular field.
Still Jaybird's input is greatly appreciated.
First and foremost heptapod.org would like to apologize for dropping the ball and not reporting this story before it reached local news outlets. Also Spot and Lilah were too busy browsing lolcats sites breaking a long-standing rule at heptapod.org. I found it amusing that both clerks identified the weapon as a bat'leth. Fucking nerds.
And all this time I thought a bat'leth was just a Klingon version of a bat mitzvah.
The hotel's decor cold, pastel blues and somber grays rather than the usual brown-orange-yellow typical of most establishments. Half the lights were out of service lending to shadowy corners and corridors getting darker as lines converged with perspective.
I'd always pace my floor talking to Lee. Still the desire to see her, even if it meant peeking around the corner at the top of the stairwell and seeing her peeping out the door and waving to me would be illicit and comforting enough for me. So I decided I was going to go upstairs and push my luck. Most of the doors were open but all the rooms were dark. Lee was on the phone as I headed towards her room, hotel dicks be damned!
Thing is that I passed her suite twice! She were asking if I was near her room yet and taking a moment for my bearings Lee was asleep in bed while the familiar voice was chattering in my ear. Whoever was on the phone was an impostor! I roused her with a quick 'psst' and discovered she were completely oblivious that I had been in the hotel and was genuinely upset that I hadn't contacted her at all while reminding me how her phone was fully charged.
Never found out who was on the other line but I never let on that I was wise to their ruse.
