Interview Rant
hold on to your hats, a rant is nai, neigh, er you know what I mean.
Language level is low I warn you mum, but I'm just going to say it like it is...
......and I see that spell check isn't working, sorry.
SO on Friday I had a 10 hour job interview for an Advertising Agency, TEN HOURS, this did of course involve at least 3 hours meeting the Norwegian company I could be Account Manager for...thus many drinks.... I left before they were done which bent a few noses
Last night I get a message from the **as yet unnameable** boss (mad as a snake talking lots full power same age as me leopardskin high heel) and she invites me to this clients celebration party.
I rock on up, the place is full of all the boys (50+ age and number) being very very drunk. the welcome is strange but I bounce around and talk to those that will talk to me. the main boss guy will not. but i reckon hes a wanker. So this other fellow Shanty is his name and a pennant for trying to touch my boobs he has... takes me into his confidence and says quite bluntly/drunkenly that the reason that I haven't this job is because most of the guys reckon I'm
" stuck up".
his words
or rather their words he's repeating.
whooooa
I didn't sign up for that kinda language.
however, interesting to know of ones self... of course I reckon I'm not, I'm a bit shy and take myself a bit seriously sometimes and my defence mechanism is for sure is to be standbackish. but to hear that this all comes across as being "stuck up"?
Shiva Vishnu
anyways this Shanty fellow (Shanty in name alone) is on my side, wants me on the team, is trying to persuade the others, but hes one of about 10. So I wineded and beered, whiskyed and champaigned, and dodged the occasional wandering hand, drank the alcohol put in front of me, smoked the cigars, talked the absolute gobshite and pretended to know loads about Norway
they have oil
I hear back on Friday.
So today I'm going to try desperately to get a job with an NGO in the Agricultural field. I am after all a farm girl (something even Shanty didn't believe) and have an ingrain knowledge about such things...no matter how hard I've tried to ignore it...."you can take the girl outta the farm but blah blah
there's me rant.
not bad eh?
Language level is low I warn you mum, but I'm just going to say it like it is...
......and I see that spell check isn't working, sorry.
SO on Friday I had a 10 hour job interview for an Advertising Agency, TEN HOURS, this did of course involve at least 3 hours meeting the Norwegian company I could be Account Manager for...thus many drinks.... I left before they were done which bent a few noses
Last night I get a message from the **as yet unnameable** boss (mad as a snake talking lots full power same age as me leopardskin high heel) and she invites me to this clients celebration party.
I rock on up, the place is full of all the boys (50+ age and number) being very very drunk. the welcome is strange but I bounce around and talk to those that will talk to me. the main boss guy will not. but i reckon hes a wanker. So this other fellow Shanty is his name and a pennant for trying to touch my boobs he has... takes me into his confidence and says quite bluntly/drunkenly that the reason that I haven't this job is because most of the guys reckon I'm
" stuck up".
his words
or rather their words he's repeating.
whooooa
I didn't sign up for that kinda language.
however, interesting to know of ones self... of course I reckon I'm not, I'm a bit shy and take myself a bit seriously sometimes and my defence mechanism is for sure is to be standbackish. but to hear that this all comes across as being "stuck up"?
Shiva Vishnu
anyways this Shanty fellow (Shanty in name alone) is on my side, wants me on the team, is trying to persuade the others, but hes one of about 10. So I wineded and beered, whiskyed and champaigned, and dodged the occasional wandering hand, drank the alcohol put in front of me, smoked the cigars, talked the absolute gobshite and pretended to know loads about Norway
they have oil
I hear back on Friday.
So today I'm going to try desperately to get a job with an NGO in the Agricultural field. I am after all a farm girl (something even Shanty didn't believe) and have an ingrain knowledge about such things...no matter how hard I've tried to ignore it...."you can take the girl outta the farm but blah blah
there's me rant.
not bad eh?
posted by Cathy at 7:42 pm
2 Comments:
you really do make my day sometimes. cheers ;)
sweetheart, you're a rockstar - get in there and show em your stuff, or tell them to bugger off! x
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