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Jul. 18th, 2005 01:50 amI've a job interview tomorrow, of sorts.
Someone scoped my resume on Careerbuilder and gave me a telephone call on Friday morning, saying they work for a staffing agency that's representing a pharmaceutical firm, close to where I live, that's looking for an HR assistant.
hoom.
They say it's temp to perm, which I'm a bit leery of. Due to many previous experiences, I don't like staffing agencies on the best of days. Then couple that with the idea of leaving a permanent position for something temporary, with only a chance of becoming permanent? I don't like it.
When I asked the recruiter about this, she hedged a bit and told me that it's likely I would be meeting with the company several times and that I could gather my own judgements from that. She also asked me how much I was making in my current position, something I'm not overly keen on. It's legal to do so and all, but it's a more than a bit rude to throw that at someone during a preliminary phone call.
So, tomorrow I will attempt to make myself look as presentable as possible, go into their office (which, luckily, isn't that far from my job), and most likely take a bunch of stupid tests. Yet another reason why I hate staffing agencies. My resume details exactly how much experience I have with different programs and how good I am at using them. And the programs most staffing places use to test people are balls.
Angel didn't get that job I had spoken of before, the one what started me on this horrible quest. However, I'm not going to take that as the opportunity to relax. I need to be proactive about this; I never know when the other shoe is going to drop and it could very well happen at any given time. I never heard from Samaritan after I sent them my resume and they were really the only place that caught my eye in my travels through the employment listings. Which sucks.
I want to stay in HR, if that's at all possible. It's more interesting then any other office job I've previously worked at. With the experience I've gained in my year-and-a-half with the babykillers, I'm more than able to do so. I'm steadfastly refusing to go back into the mortgage business. If I have to do that, I will be found shortly thereafter with my head in the nearest gas oven. And I mean that with the utmost sincerity. Never have I ever worked in a business so completely boring and mindnumbing. I was miserable every single day and taking every chance I could get to fuck off, because I was so bored and miserable.
Earlier this evening, I blew through my closet in an attempt to find something halfway suitable for this interview and found my wardrobe sadly lacking. Sure, I've got plenty of business and corporate attire, which all fits within normal business casual dresscodes. But, nothing that really screams for being worn to an interview without looking...well, like myself. I was going to attempt to wear some colour, and found a long purple skirt with roses all over that I had only worn once before, but the zipper got stuck after I put it on and I was forced to cut myself out of it (after almost having a panic attack over being trapped in a skirt). Scratch one purple skirt from my wardrobe, add a few yards of nice material to my sewing supply stash. I don't want to wear any of my short plaid skirts, because I'm attempting to not look like an office slut (and that's what short, plaid skirts make me look like, not that I mind any other time) and I can't wear my sole white button down shirt because I don't own a white bra (they're all black).
I have a varying colours of purple striped sweater, but I suspect it will be too hot to wear a sweater. I'd wear my poppy dress, but I was told that's a little too vampy for an interview by Angel (not suck-your-blood vampy, mind you), who saw me wear it for my very first interview with her. I have a purple kind-of-satin dress I could wear with a cardigan, but it's above the knee and that would show my leg tattoo and I'm attempting to avoid that, and notice of all my other tattoos, if at all possible.
So, I've settled on a long black skirt with a tiny bit of flow to it, my normal-girl black Mary Janes with the black flowers embroidered on the toe, and my mock sweater vest with the pinstriped shirt. The shirt part of it is white, with black pinstripes, so at least I won't be dressed completely in black. With my hair pulled back tightly, I'll look vaguely like a librarian, but not the whorish kind, so I reckon it will have to do.
I don't know why I'm angsting so heavily over an interview that I really don't want much to do with. Staffing agencies are the devil and I'm only going through with this to see how it pans out. I'll be heartily suprised if this doesn't turn out to be one of those famous "oh, I'm sorry! But that job was filled, here's a list of crappy temp jobs we'd love to send you out for." or even better, "I'm sorry, but they filled that position. We'll keep you on the roster for anything that comes up." The devil, I say.
My gut is telling me this is a bad idea, but I don't if that's a. nerves, b. unwillingness to move on from my present position, or c. legitimate instinct that I should learn to pay attention to. I reckon I'll find out tomorrow.
Someone scoped my resume on Careerbuilder and gave me a telephone call on Friday morning, saying they work for a staffing agency that's representing a pharmaceutical firm, close to where I live, that's looking for an HR assistant.
hoom.
They say it's temp to perm, which I'm a bit leery of. Due to many previous experiences, I don't like staffing agencies on the best of days. Then couple that with the idea of leaving a permanent position for something temporary, with only a chance of becoming permanent? I don't like it.
When I asked the recruiter about this, she hedged a bit and told me that it's likely I would be meeting with the company several times and that I could gather my own judgements from that. She also asked me how much I was making in my current position, something I'm not overly keen on. It's legal to do so and all, but it's a more than a bit rude to throw that at someone during a preliminary phone call.
So, tomorrow I will attempt to make myself look as presentable as possible, go into their office (which, luckily, isn't that far from my job), and most likely take a bunch of stupid tests. Yet another reason why I hate staffing agencies. My resume details exactly how much experience I have with different programs and how good I am at using them. And the programs most staffing places use to test people are balls.
Angel didn't get that job I had spoken of before, the one what started me on this horrible quest. However, I'm not going to take that as the opportunity to relax. I need to be proactive about this; I never know when the other shoe is going to drop and it could very well happen at any given time. I never heard from Samaritan after I sent them my resume and they were really the only place that caught my eye in my travels through the employment listings. Which sucks.
I want to stay in HR, if that's at all possible. It's more interesting then any other office job I've previously worked at. With the experience I've gained in my year-and-a-half with the babykillers, I'm more than able to do so. I'm steadfastly refusing to go back into the mortgage business. If I have to do that, I will be found shortly thereafter with my head in the nearest gas oven. And I mean that with the utmost sincerity. Never have I ever worked in a business so completely boring and mindnumbing. I was miserable every single day and taking every chance I could get to fuck off, because I was so bored and miserable.
Earlier this evening, I blew through my closet in an attempt to find something halfway suitable for this interview and found my wardrobe sadly lacking. Sure, I've got plenty of business and corporate attire, which all fits within normal business casual dresscodes. But, nothing that really screams for being worn to an interview without looking...well, like myself. I was going to attempt to wear some colour, and found a long purple skirt with roses all over that I had only worn once before, but the zipper got stuck after I put it on and I was forced to cut myself out of it (after almost having a panic attack over being trapped in a skirt). Scratch one purple skirt from my wardrobe, add a few yards of nice material to my sewing supply stash. I don't want to wear any of my short plaid skirts, because I'm attempting to not look like an office slut (and that's what short, plaid skirts make me look like, not that I mind any other time) and I can't wear my sole white button down shirt because I don't own a white bra (they're all black).
I have a varying colours of purple striped sweater, but I suspect it will be too hot to wear a sweater. I'd wear my poppy dress, but I was told that's a little too vampy for an interview by Angel (not suck-your-blood vampy, mind you), who saw me wear it for my very first interview with her. I have a purple kind-of-satin dress I could wear with a cardigan, but it's above the knee and that would show my leg tattoo and I'm attempting to avoid that, and notice of all my other tattoos, if at all possible.
So, I've settled on a long black skirt with a tiny bit of flow to it, my normal-girl black Mary Janes with the black flowers embroidered on the toe, and my mock sweater vest with the pinstriped shirt. The shirt part of it is white, with black pinstripes, so at least I won't be dressed completely in black. With my hair pulled back tightly, I'll look vaguely like a librarian, but not the whorish kind, so I reckon it will have to do.
I don't know why I'm angsting so heavily over an interview that I really don't want much to do with. Staffing agencies are the devil and I'm only going through with this to see how it pans out. I'll be heartily suprised if this doesn't turn out to be one of those famous "oh, I'm sorry! But that job was filled, here's a list of crappy temp jobs we'd love to send you out for." or even better, "I'm sorry, but they filled that position. We'll keep you on the roster for anything that comes up." The devil, I say.
My gut is telling me this is a bad idea, but I don't if that's a. nerves, b. unwillingness to move on from my present position, or c. legitimate instinct that I should learn to pay attention to. I reckon I'll find out tomorrow.
