tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830387126063739731.post6762251916549591922..comments2023-04-01T04:12:40.206-07:00Comments on Lunches With Wolves: Some days you're the shoe, and some days you're the gum.jennygirltherathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901499815238309934noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830387126063739731.post-34154113223594052892011-02-22T12:03:17.526-08:002011-02-22T12:03:17.526-08:00Here's what I have to say about all this pity....Here's what I have to say about all this pity... You think YOU've got problems! Oy!<br /><br />Well, you do. I despise the interviewing process. It's demoralizing. One of my favorite songs begins it's lengthy ramble through my head when I have to do crappy interviews, etc. "I know that you think you're not good for anything. The world makes you feel so small." <br /><br />"But it was a GOOD interview!," you say. "I did my best!"<br /><br />At least, this was what John said when he heard from Hickory that they didn't want him. He wandered the house for the next week in a dark funk that could not even be remedied with chocolate cake. Now that, my friend, is dark. And I ain't talking about the chocolate. <br /><br />Until...<br /><br />He learned that the only reason he didn't get the position was because they decided to hire a "favorite son" who once served as their associate and the truth is, John never stood a chance. I mean, this guy doesn't even have interim training. Nada. Pissed off the hubster, but at least it wasn't his interviewing skills. <br /><br />May I suggest that this could very well be what happened here? Lancaster is a small town and everybody is related except for those of us who hail from other climes. We are (I am) simply foreign. Never mind how much time one has spent in the area or contributed to its many needs. And never mind how thick your accent or whether or not anyone knows your Daddy. You won't get the cherry picked jobs because they're reserved for Aunty Beulah and cousin Mildred.<br /><br />So, now that I have further depressed you, I honestly do hope you feel better and find a kick a** job soon. But you miss your calling perhaps? Don't you have a master's degree in History? Try applying to the university. Surely a degree from Harvard holds some water somewhere. They frequently look for summer profs who are not trying to make a living off their salary. I do not know if they insist on the whole "Dr." thing, but I'm thinking not. Just a thought. (You can send a resume and a charming cover letter to Ron Cox. Tell him I sent you and will make him do extra levels on the elliptical if he doesn't at least give you a hearing.) Something to consider, mull over, query about.<br /><br />I really must see you soon. I have some stuff to talk over with a friend. I can think of no one better than you to bounce these things off of. ???Lizyrenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15282670486732879497noreply@blogger.com