...but I wouldn't know. That happened a few hours ago. I've been submitting applications online all week since that delightful meeting on Wednesday when they basically promised to fire everyone in the room at some point between then and next Friday. I fill out several applications each day. Unsurprisingly, they all sound better than the job I had. One in particular seems promising. I spoke to the hiring manager and he's hoping to get someone in place by next week since the job will be vacated by the week after. That's my best hope at the moment, but I'm playing the numbers/odds by applying to... damn near every fucking thing I find.
I am sick of this game. Someone should seriously just pay me for being an awesome fucking person already. Seriously. Whatever.
I really don't feel like venting at the moment. This bullshit has been dragging on for well over a year now and I'm beyond the point of being able to even fake either surprise or bitter disappointment.
Christmas is in six days and I will definitely be unemployed for that - again, again, again - this year. Yay.
Oh, right. I forgot to cause a scene when they escorted me out of the building. I just wasn't into it. If I'm going to do something like that, I need to be able to fully commit to it and unleash every single one of my anger monkeys on it. It's not something that I care to half-ass. Sorry to disappoint, but I didn't make a spectacle of myself as promised. I'm sure I'll get another chance some day at some other completely horrible craphole.
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