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Jul. 8th, 2005 12:41 amWell, it's that time again:
The time when I start combing Careerbuilder for new employment.
No worries at the moment from anyone, please. I am still gainfully employed. However, clouds are beginning to gather on the horizon and I've made the decision to follow the smart rats.
This is an extremely difficult decision I have made, since I've made so many great friends since I started working at this office. I don't accept change rather well on the best of days, but this is making me especially upset. We've been through so much with each other in the past year and a half, no other job will ever be quite the same.
None of us are very happy about our current working conditions. I don't talk a lot about what goes on behind our doors because I've signed a non-disclosure agreement and I take that sort of thing very seriously, but I will say that I work for a Very Bad Man (tm) and that if it wasn't for his irrational and disgusting behaviour, this would be the perfect job. Hell, I've stuck it out this long making what little salary I make. If he wasn't such an asshat, I would have stuck it out even longer.
The biggest push in all of this is Angel making plans to leave, as well. She had an interview with a headhunter this week, who loved her. And today, she had an interview with a software security company that the headhunter set up for her. From what I'm hearing, they also loved her. If she leaves our company, there is no way in Hell I could ever stay. There's no telling what craziness he, the Very Bad Man (tm), would subject me to and without Angel there to keep me in line, I can guarantee I would be fired in three days. My tolerance for bullshit has significantly decreased over the past few months and I have absolutely no patience for dealing with that infantile, temper-tantrum having, manipulative bastard. With no Angel, I will not hold my tongue.
My resume has been cleaned off and brushed up, and I've already begun submitting it to places. Today, during a trek through Careerbuilder, I saw that Samaritan Hospice is looking for Human Resources minions. Samaritan, by the way, is the hospice that handled my mother. Not sure if I can handle working there, but I applied anyway.
I need to take a pro-active stance with all of this, because even if Angel doesn't get this nifty job she interviewed for this afternoon, I am still going to have to be prepared. I'd rather not leave before she does, so I can continue to give her my support for as long as I can, but if a good opportunity comes up, I have to take it. On the flip side of that particular coin, if I am still there when she lives, it is not going to be pretty and there are several routes that can potentially take, none of which I'm really anticipating with anything resembling eagerness.
All of this is extraordinarily depressing. I hate trotting myself out for the dog-and-pony shows that pass as interviews. I hate writing cover letters and attempting to make myself sound fantabulous to potential employers. I hate answering stupid questions during interviews about what I think my best and worst traits are and what I would do in certain situations. I hate being the new kid.
Even in my interview clothes, which are rather spiffy, I never manage to look very polished, no matter how hard I try. I could have on my most professional outfit, with filed fingernails and proper make-up, all of my tattoos covered up and all my piercings taken out, and wearing non-ridiculous shoes. I still, somehow, wind up looking like a little girl who's gotten into her mother's work clothes. My hair goes wild in five seconds, I flail around when talking to people, I'm a nervous talker and an inappropriate laugher. On top of all that, the weird must be embedded in my skin, because even when I'm all dressed up, people can still tell I'm somehow different from them. My co-workers at my current job joke around about it all the time. From the moment we met you, we all knew you were a bit...odd. It's inescapable, I don't understand it.
Above all else, I am going to hate having to start all over again.
The time when I start combing Careerbuilder for new employment.
No worries at the moment from anyone, please. I am still gainfully employed. However, clouds are beginning to gather on the horizon and I've made the decision to follow the smart rats.
This is an extremely difficult decision I have made, since I've made so many great friends since I started working at this office. I don't accept change rather well on the best of days, but this is making me especially upset. We've been through so much with each other in the past year and a half, no other job will ever be quite the same.
None of us are very happy about our current working conditions. I don't talk a lot about what goes on behind our doors because I've signed a non-disclosure agreement and I take that sort of thing very seriously, but I will say that I work for a Very Bad Man (tm) and that if it wasn't for his irrational and disgusting behaviour, this would be the perfect job. Hell, I've stuck it out this long making what little salary I make. If he wasn't such an asshat, I would have stuck it out even longer.
The biggest push in all of this is Angel making plans to leave, as well. She had an interview with a headhunter this week, who loved her. And today, she had an interview with a software security company that the headhunter set up for her. From what I'm hearing, they also loved her. If she leaves our company, there is no way in Hell I could ever stay. There's no telling what craziness he, the Very Bad Man (tm), would subject me to and without Angel there to keep me in line, I can guarantee I would be fired in three days. My tolerance for bullshit has significantly decreased over the past few months and I have absolutely no patience for dealing with that infantile, temper-tantrum having, manipulative bastard. With no Angel, I will not hold my tongue.
My resume has been cleaned off and brushed up, and I've already begun submitting it to places. Today, during a trek through Careerbuilder, I saw that Samaritan Hospice is looking for Human Resources minions. Samaritan, by the way, is the hospice that handled my mother. Not sure if I can handle working there, but I applied anyway.
I need to take a pro-active stance with all of this, because even if Angel doesn't get this nifty job she interviewed for this afternoon, I am still going to have to be prepared. I'd rather not leave before she does, so I can continue to give her my support for as long as I can, but if a good opportunity comes up, I have to take it. On the flip side of that particular coin, if I am still there when she lives, it is not going to be pretty and there are several routes that can potentially take, none of which I'm really anticipating with anything resembling eagerness.
All of this is extraordinarily depressing. I hate trotting myself out for the dog-and-pony shows that pass as interviews. I hate writing cover letters and attempting to make myself sound fantabulous to potential employers. I hate answering stupid questions during interviews about what I think my best and worst traits are and what I would do in certain situations. I hate being the new kid.
Even in my interview clothes, which are rather spiffy, I never manage to look very polished, no matter how hard I try. I could have on my most professional outfit, with filed fingernails and proper make-up, all of my tattoos covered up and all my piercings taken out, and wearing non-ridiculous shoes. I still, somehow, wind up looking like a little girl who's gotten into her mother's work clothes. My hair goes wild in five seconds, I flail around when talking to people, I'm a nervous talker and an inappropriate laugher. On top of all that, the weird must be embedded in my skin, because even when I'm all dressed up, people can still tell I'm somehow different from them. My co-workers at my current job joke around about it all the time. From the moment we met you, we all knew you were a bit...odd. It's inescapable, I don't understand it.
Above all else, I am going to hate having to start all over again.
