Journal sielwolf's Journal: Qualificaćion 7
I got some insider info on The Interview at The Company from my friend "on the inside". Since I kept mentioning his name during the interview, the managers had a group sitdown with him, which he shared with me. Some of it was just little things. But there was one big interesting fact brought up to me. The managers were concerned that I was too intelligent (I'm paraphrasing here) and that I would become bored too easily with The Job.
Of course this brings up the question of "Why did I apply for it?" It also brings up questions of where they suspected my loyalty to be. As if the Recession ended tomorrow and they'd get my two weeks the next day. Surely if I asked for The Job I'd be interested in holding onto it. And then what about keeping me interested? The Company is not small. This is not Spacely Sprockets. There are places where inventiveness and creative thinking can be used to make paper.
And this leads into the Liability of Intelligence or "Being too Damn Smart for his own Good". This is the very reason why I didn't get my PhD. There are certain things that a person does that makes them, in many people's eyes, business death. Here we are talking about an education or penchant or an attitude that is technically a good thing but is in fact a liability. It's as if I signed up to be a manager at Burger King. I go out there and lay down my credentials and the like... and the flags are going up. "What does he want this job for?" "What nefarious scheme does he have in mind?" Some may think the person is there to then just make some cash and leave at the quickest opportunity. Others may think the person is just trying to fasttrack themselves. Some truly paranoid managers think the person would be taking their job from them in a few years.
So this leads to the "we want the person who finds themselves lucky to have this job". To reduce the job and the company to a Sprocket maker. Free Thought is an agent for change, and change to the status quo is worse than death. Death is a certainty. An unknowable future is anything but.
Of course my Dad has experience with this. He's a chemist, a PhD. And he's constantly had to fight with less experienced people for jobs for a myriad of reasons. Being an old white man doesn't help. And the PhD and the experience just nixes it. They seem to think that he'd get the job and the next day be strutting around the place, huffing at work, demanding "challenges" and the like. He also told me that I use too many medaphores and complete sentences. So I guess this very journal's an indightment. I should aim for that
A cult of mediocrity. Probably what kills many bloated organizations. And leads many of the snubbed for form their own ventures. But I'm not some Ricky Schroeder Silver Spoons child. I don't have a 4 million dollar trust fund to dip into. I'm looking for that 401k, the washer/dryer combo, and a covered parking spot.
Just one of the many hypocrocies of life that we protect children from only to become a fact in adult life. Go out, tell your kid to be curious and interesting and engaged with living... and watch as he is shunned in favor of normalcy and predictability and control.
Of course I'm blowing this out of proportion. There are no open conspiracies. No black suited agents, a papertrail tyranny. The managers looked at the candidates and chose who they felt they'd work best with. It is all water under the bridge (again). They have all the chips and I have none. In fact these very gripes might signal that I was not the best social fit for their group. So back into the breach. I applied for over 70 jobs on monster.com today. Getting in contact with some HR folks I know. I don't need 10 jobs. I just need one. Either that or I should shoot myself, have my parents move out of town, leaving me a fully furnished house to live in. Hey, it worked for my friend!
I'll tell you what to do... (Score:2)
Your only mistake is that you didn't dump her first. Diane Court is a showpony. You need a stallion, my friend. Walk with us and you walk tall.
Re:I'll tell you what to do... (Score:1)
Re:I'll tell you what to do... (Score:1)
Damn, but 'In Your Eyes' is some good music to get the ladies in the mood.
Although it doesn't work as well sung as a duet with your (also) drunken roommate.
Re:I'll tell you what to do... (Score:2)
I think drunken duets are completely undervalued; as such I'm quite bullish on them and the represent a significant allocation within my portfolio.
The drunken duet that really kicked it off for me? Me and this new girl crooning The Smiths at 3am, St. Paul Court in Northern Baltimore. My upstairs neighbor blundered through the door (it was wide open, so no big deal) and said "It's 3am. GIVE ME A BREAK!"
best. drunken duet. E
no comfort (Score:1)
i'm tired. sorry about that.
It makes sense...no really (Score:1)
Re:It makes sense...no really (Score:2)
If all yous knuckleheads decided to pay me to do that... sure.