A day wasted
May. 8th, 2002 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeI woke up much too late today to get anything properly done. I suppose I'm allowed few of these days during my tenure of unemployment, but I still feel like a waste of human skin when it happens.
I did clean the bathroom, however. I'm proud of that.
I've been courted by a headhunter all this week. Someone who keeps telling me of temp to hire jobs, something which I don't trust and don't really want to do. I believe I've listed my reasons for this already. Anyway. I received an email from his company from another person telling me about a direct hire position. I replied back with my resume, but heard nothing else. Leo, his name is Leo, called me this afternoon telling me that a company saw my resume and were very pleased with it. I asked their name and was given in return the name of a company which I would rather eat broken glass than work for. They just laid off a friend of mine last week. They don't know how to take care of their employees and do periodic layoffs. Not only that, but the majority of the trainers they have working for them are about as useful as tits on a bull.
I told him no, explained my reasons, and had to get fairly firm and direct with him. I then phoned my mother and told her, as she also knows and hates said company. She laughed. "I'd never let you work for them, I'd rather you be on unemployment."
I love my mother.
Yesterday, I was given a few more leads for jobs. One of my former co-workers put her notice in yesterday. I saw her when I went to pick my mom up from the office. She handed me a slip of paper with their URL on it and told me to check them out, as they have a branch fairly close to my apartment. Not only that, but another woman who was my former co-worker gave my mother a phone number to give to me of a headhunter who she's friends with. Apparently, she /never/ gives this number out to anyone.
The toothbrush incidident from the other day gained me a little white mouth ulcer, down inbetween my lip and my gum. It hurts like a motherfucker, but I'm such a sick fuck that I can't help but probe it with my tongue. Especially after drinking or eating something acidic.
Gah.
I did clean the bathroom, however. I'm proud of that.
I've been courted by a headhunter all this week. Someone who keeps telling me of temp to hire jobs, something which I don't trust and don't really want to do. I believe I've listed my reasons for this already. Anyway. I received an email from his company from another person telling me about a direct hire position. I replied back with my resume, but heard nothing else. Leo, his name is Leo, called me this afternoon telling me that a company saw my resume and were very pleased with it. I asked their name and was given in return the name of a company which I would rather eat broken glass than work for. They just laid off a friend of mine last week. They don't know how to take care of their employees and do periodic layoffs. Not only that, but the majority of the trainers they have working for them are about as useful as tits on a bull.
I told him no, explained my reasons, and had to get fairly firm and direct with him. I then phoned my mother and told her, as she also knows and hates said company. She laughed. "I'd never let you work for them, I'd rather you be on unemployment."
I love my mother.
Yesterday, I was given a few more leads for jobs. One of my former co-workers put her notice in yesterday. I saw her when I went to pick my mom up from the office. She handed me a slip of paper with their URL on it and told me to check them out, as they have a branch fairly close to my apartment. Not only that, but another woman who was my former co-worker gave my mother a phone number to give to me of a headhunter who she's friends with. Apparently, she /never/ gives this number out to anyone.
The toothbrush incidident from the other day gained me a little white mouth ulcer, down inbetween my lip and my gum. It hurts like a motherfucker, but I'm such a sick fuck that I can't help but probe it with my tongue. Especially after drinking or eating something acidic.
Gah.