Imminent Jobness
March 19th 2009 00:37
The other night, before my interview day, Kman and I were watching 'Insight' and their chat about all things money. I couldnt help chortling, "Baby, how messed up would it be if I get a job NOW?" dissolving him into giggles as well. I mean, Ive been unemployed since August, long before those poor dickheads on $150 000 a year got retrenched. As far as Im concerned, if you earn over $60 000 a year, you deserve to be fired. You deserve to understand what its like to live on $20 000 a year. Why? Because Im a bitter and twisted bitch? Well, thats part of it, I dont deny it. But the other part of it is, anyone who earns over $60 000 a year thinks about the people on $20 000 a year like its some kind of fairy tale. You accept it, like the amount of kilometres that make up the circumference of the Earth, but you dont UNDERSTAND it. And I think you should.
(By the way, if you are a published writer you are exempt. Partially because the income is varied and completely dependant upon how popular your writing is, and partially because I like to read)
In my opinion, the only people who deserve to be making that much money are those that SERVE. Plumbers. Electricians. Construction. Repairs. Waiters and Waitresses. Truck drivers. Supply chains. See where Im going with this? These people run the world. You dudes up the top? You dont. Without us on the bottom, to supply your stores, sell you your crap, fix your taps and patch your walls, you guys got ABSOLUTELY NOTHIN.
Can you tell Im kinda happy that the financial system is groaning in pain? Really, Im quite gleeful. Im going through the motions of what I have to do - get money, so I can spend money, to make money, and then, once Ive made money, I can buy a place big enough for all my babies, who will eat my money, and then, spending more money, make more money, to start buying shit I dont need, BUT -
Theres this other part of me. Its watching. The fires. The floods. The tornado that appeared in SA. The earthquakes. The system of humanity completely disappearing. Crumbling.
And dont think, for one moment, that people are going to be all calm and level headed if this Rudd money doesnt come through. We put up with one scare that we werent getting it. We cant take another one. If it doesnt come through this time, if after all this, our $900 is denied, you can add to those disasters right there BIG FAT RIOTS.
So this other part of me...Its watching all this....And going, 'just hurry up, come on, just hurry up.....AND FALL APART!!!!'
Its not because I love anarchy so much. Well, I do love it quite a bit. But really, its because I cant take how complicated we've made ourselves. I dont think any of us can. So some things are just going to have to blow up in our faces. Its called a frission crack. You'll live.
But ANNNYWAY, what was I saying? Oh, yeah. The interview. It went well. Ive done a few group interviews. The girl next to me had never done one. She was nervous. I told her, its all cool, they just want to see how presented we are, how we interact with others. Thats basically it. We'll introduce ourselves, we'll do a group activity, fill out some forms, maybe watch a video on company values. And the best part? About 40% of us are getting selected. For one position, sure, be nervous, but for a new store, group interview thing, its really totally cool.
I was right. We did the exercise of 5 minutes to get to know your partner - then introduce them to the group. My random fact was that I worked at the 2007 sexpo. I did not expect the group to laugh so hard. Brief flasback to high school days, but because I presented my next door neighbour in a loud, confident voice and made eye contact with the room, they shut the hell up. Then the group activity. Why is there always one old dude that has NO IDEA, and why does he always end up in MY GROUP? A guy who thinks he's got it all worked out, but in fact, has never worked a day in his life? He ignores the OHAS issues and goes straight to the customer problems. I suppose the great benefit to me is, I have to convince the dude to my point of view, and that in itself gets me noticed. Store managers are always watching like a hawk, hand picking, and there I am, problem solving, team working, leading...Always a bitch when I actually want to stay at the lowest level casual and never be a manager. You watch. I give it 3 months tops before they start begging me to take a supervisor role.
Such vanity. I dont even have the job yet.
But what I do have, is a second interview. And now comes the fear.
My neck is incredibly sore today, so the ATN is acting up. Now, I should be able to manage the ATN in a casual role, but what if I cant? What if its a replay of every other job Ive ever bloody had where I start off going like the clappers, and then have sick day after sick day until I just fall off the wagon completely?
And Im going to have to tell them about the ATN sooner or later. My bloody conciense will make it be on my second interview, you watch. Kman always says my honesty gets me into more trouble than anything else. Of course, I ticked that little box that says 'NO' under - Do you have any medical conditions that prevent you from working? And thats true. But ATN is a funny thing, at times a serious thing, so I cant really keep it from my employer......
Maybe its just hormones. The moons taking her time going black this month, so I feel stoppered and frustrated. That does it everytime. And Im already freaking, there are things I want to do...I havnt even got the bloody job and I want to ask for time off. Theres no end to my arrogance.
I dont know how Im going to work the colt with my neck like this. Still, I'll do it. Cant let the boy down. Little bastard started calling me this morning BEFORE my alarm clock went off. His voice is breaking, so he sort of whinny/roars from the back fence, "Mum! Im Huuuungry!" But I dont know how he knew I was stirring before my alarm went off. As soon as my alarm chimes, they all get in on it, but today, I was stirring, eyes half open, when he called. Are his ears that good? Can he hear my eyelids? My heartbeat quicken, my breathing change? Probably. Still, he's such a mommas boy.....He can sure hear the clacking of the keyboard. He's as close to me as he can get, outside the window, politely stomping and snorting until I notice him....If I continue to ignore him, he'll start pawing down the fence.
(By the way, if you are a published writer you are exempt. Partially because the income is varied and completely dependant upon how popular your writing is, and partially because I like to read)
In my opinion, the only people who deserve to be making that much money are those that SERVE. Plumbers. Electricians. Construction. Repairs. Waiters and Waitresses. Truck drivers. Supply chains. See where Im going with this? These people run the world. You dudes up the top? You dont. Without us on the bottom, to supply your stores, sell you your crap, fix your taps and patch your walls, you guys got ABSOLUTELY NOTHIN.
Can you tell Im kinda happy that the financial system is groaning in pain? Really, Im quite gleeful. Im going through the motions of what I have to do - get money, so I can spend money, to make money, and then, once Ive made money, I can buy a place big enough for all my babies, who will eat my money, and then, spending more money, make more money, to start buying shit I dont need, BUT -
Theres this other part of me. Its watching. The fires. The floods. The tornado that appeared in SA. The earthquakes. The system of humanity completely disappearing. Crumbling.
And dont think, for one moment, that people are going to be all calm and level headed if this Rudd money doesnt come through. We put up with one scare that we werent getting it. We cant take another one. If it doesnt come through this time, if after all this, our $900 is denied, you can add to those disasters right there BIG FAT RIOTS.
So this other part of me...Its watching all this....And going, 'just hurry up, come on, just hurry up.....AND FALL APART!!!!'
Its not because I love anarchy so much. Well, I do love it quite a bit. But really, its because I cant take how complicated we've made ourselves. I dont think any of us can. So some things are just going to have to blow up in our faces. Its called a frission crack. You'll live.
But ANNNYWAY, what was I saying? Oh, yeah. The interview. It went well. Ive done a few group interviews. The girl next to me had never done one. She was nervous. I told her, its all cool, they just want to see how presented we are, how we interact with others. Thats basically it. We'll introduce ourselves, we'll do a group activity, fill out some forms, maybe watch a video on company values. And the best part? About 40% of us are getting selected. For one position, sure, be nervous, but for a new store, group interview thing, its really totally cool.
I was right. We did the exercise of 5 minutes to get to know your partner - then introduce them to the group. My random fact was that I worked at the 2007 sexpo. I did not expect the group to laugh so hard. Brief flasback to high school days, but because I presented my next door neighbour in a loud, confident voice and made eye contact with the room, they shut the hell up. Then the group activity. Why is there always one old dude that has NO IDEA, and why does he always end up in MY GROUP? A guy who thinks he's got it all worked out, but in fact, has never worked a day in his life? He ignores the OHAS issues and goes straight to the customer problems. I suppose the great benefit to me is, I have to convince the dude to my point of view, and that in itself gets me noticed. Store managers are always watching like a hawk, hand picking, and there I am, problem solving, team working, leading...Always a bitch when I actually want to stay at the lowest level casual and never be a manager. You watch. I give it 3 months tops before they start begging me to take a supervisor role.
Such vanity. I dont even have the job yet.
But what I do have, is a second interview. And now comes the fear.
My neck is incredibly sore today, so the ATN is acting up. Now, I should be able to manage the ATN in a casual role, but what if I cant? What if its a replay of every other job Ive ever bloody had where I start off going like the clappers, and then have sick day after sick day until I just fall off the wagon completely?
And Im going to have to tell them about the ATN sooner or later. My bloody conciense will make it be on my second interview, you watch. Kman always says my honesty gets me into more trouble than anything else. Of course, I ticked that little box that says 'NO' under - Do you have any medical conditions that prevent you from working? And thats true. But ATN is a funny thing, at times a serious thing, so I cant really keep it from my employer......
Maybe its just hormones. The moons taking her time going black this month, so I feel stoppered and frustrated. That does it everytime. And Im already freaking, there are things I want to do...I havnt even got the bloody job and I want to ask for time off. Theres no end to my arrogance.
I dont know how Im going to work the colt with my neck like this. Still, I'll do it. Cant let the boy down. Little bastard started calling me this morning BEFORE my alarm clock went off. His voice is breaking, so he sort of whinny/roars from the back fence, "Mum! Im Huuuungry!" But I dont know how he knew I was stirring before my alarm went off. As soon as my alarm chimes, they all get in on it, but today, I was stirring, eyes half open, when he called. Are his ears that good? Can he hear my eyelids? My heartbeat quicken, my breathing change? Probably. Still, he's such a mommas boy.....He can sure hear the clacking of the keyboard. He's as close to me as he can get, outside the window, politely stomping and snorting until I notice him....If I continue to ignore him, he'll start pawing down the fence.
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