I remember the day I saw the posting for Company E like it was yesterday. It was a Monday morning that started like any other mornings of unemployed life. I headed over to the only corner of the room where I could access Internet. (My parents still live in the stone age and refuse to use anything but the direct phone line to access the Internet.)
Anyway, I started browsing those trusty craigslist ads, and one caught my eye... "client seeking motivated individual with strong research and communication skills to work as part of HR team"
I'm motivated with research and communication skills. But "client", what does that mean?? And HR, who really wants to work in the most dreaded department. But with nothing to lose I decided I HAD to apply!
The call came the next day... "this is E with Employment Pros [great, a temp agency], our client is extremely interested in meeting with you. Can you come in tomorrow for some tests here then we'll send you to the client for your interview?" "uh, sure!"
Wednesday, I head to the temp agency where I spend three hours taking aptitude tests and filling out paperwork. Three is not an exaggeration. By the time I sit down with he recruiter I am exhausted and barely listen to a word she says. Something about unemployment, lots of writing, submit my time sheets every week, blah, blah, blah.
Beaten and battered from the mental marathon, I hope in my car and head to Company E. The interviewers name is gender ambiguous and I don't know if I'll be meeting with Samuel or Samantha. I enter Company E and am immediately overcome by the feeling that it's going to happen, I'm going to work here. I've always had this weird intuition with jobs and I have successfully predicted the outcome of every interview I've ever gone on.
Already knowing where this is going, I introduce myself to the receptionist and wait for S. Emerging from the spiral staircase leading to the upper offices is a blonde female about my age in an adorable sweater dress. I don't like many women to begin with so I'm thinking we're not going to be friends when I get this job but maybe I'll prove myself wrong and we'll go to happy hour together... (ha! Yea right!)
She asks me a few standard questions and then tells me she wants me to start tomorrow. I was the only person she wanted to bring in based on the resumes she got! Flattered. Very flattered. But tomorrow??!!??
Ultimately I accept and in a matter of 72 hours signed my life away with no real time to say goodbye to my childhood.
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