I think Scott Adams nailed it dead on when he made the evil director of human resources into a cat. HR people seem to like cruelly playing with folk's lives and careers much like a cat plays with a bird or mouse before eviscerating it. I've met damned few of them who didn't strike me as secretive, lying, back-stabbing, and often arbitrary in their dealings with employees. I'm bitter because yesterday I received a FOAD letter (F&%$ Off And Die)from a place I interviewed at a couple of weeks ago. I thought the interview went well and I presented myself well, in spite of being in the middle of the worst cold I've had in the last 5 years. But, no, I get this letter saying "Upon careful consideration of your qualifications and experience, it is with regret that we must notify you that you have not been selected...." bla bla bla. Listen, I've got 10 years experience in just about every aspect of the job that was explained to me. I could do the stinkin' job with both eyes closed and a hedgehog jammed down my pants! Of course they don't provide any potentially useful information about where I was lacking.
Pardon my bitterness. Actually, most places aren't even nice enough to let you know. They just leave you hanging. I'm just upset because the whole job search thing is moving way too slow.
And I'm still waiting to here from the nuclear plant.
Rejection, suspense, and domestic issues are not doing wonders for my moods. I've been pretty good for a while, but yesterday I feel into a deep funk. Spousal unit and I got into a bit of an argument over it. I am really starting to worry about my sanity. I think I have an anxiety problem. (no kidding!)
But, today I went to the gym and did some lifting for the first time in almost 2 months. Currently my brain is swimming in endorphins and I'm pretty mellow.
{attention span expired}
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