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Well that was the job interview you tell horror stories about at cocktail parties! What a waste of a day. I'd say the best part of that job ran down it's momma ass crack and wound up a brown stain on the mattress!
*ahem* This place presented itself as an adverstising agency with impressive clients like the Kansas City Royals, the Wichita Thunder pro hockey team, and several well-known local businesses. And I guess it's true in enough of a sense that they won't get sued. But what it really is door to fucking door promotional marketing. The exact kind of people I've seen
arphaaxad eject from his shop and with good reason, because they harass hardworking business people during their work hours when they're trying to earn a living.
But the real fun started the moment I walked in the door. The young female receptionist doesn't acknowledge me. Then I notice that she's on the phone and that she's crying. *nod* Okay, everybody gets bad personal calls at work. It's happened to me too. No sweat. Then, after about ten minutes on the phone, she storms into the office of the manager who eventually interviewed me. I couldn't make out very many distinct words, but they literally screamed at one another at the top of their lungs for over ten minutes. She kept getting louder and louder and I heard enough profanity to serve up a generous episode of an HBO prison drama. Me and the other interviewees were cringing at the intensity of it, wondering aloud to one another if we were going to have to call the cops. It went about five stages beyond the point at which people where I work would be calling, well... me!
I developed a saying a long time ago and I'm finding it more and more true: any job worth having doesn't advertise. Apparently it's as true with internet job sites as with the newspaper. Maybe I'm just meant to be a security guard. And really, if the pay were several dollars better I could live with that. It gives me all the time I need to write and pursue the things I find truly important. Maybe this combined with the increased likelihood of our contract renewal is a sign I should stay where I am a while longer. Who knows. I'll keep looking and applying at places. Worse that can happen is being bitten by a rabid receptionist.
Fun Fact: this place has its offices on the second floor of the theatre building where met Bruce Campbell and saw "The Man With The Screaming Brain."
*ahem* This place presented itself as an adverstising agency with impressive clients like the Kansas City Royals, the Wichita Thunder pro hockey team, and several well-known local businesses. And I guess it's true in enough of a sense that they won't get sued. But what it really is door to fucking door promotional marketing. The exact kind of people I've seen
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But the real fun started the moment I walked in the door. The young female receptionist doesn't acknowledge me. Then I notice that she's on the phone and that she's crying. *nod* Okay, everybody gets bad personal calls at work. It's happened to me too. No sweat. Then, after about ten minutes on the phone, she storms into the office of the manager who eventually interviewed me. I couldn't make out very many distinct words, but they literally screamed at one another at the top of their lungs for over ten minutes. She kept getting louder and louder and I heard enough profanity to serve up a generous episode of an HBO prison drama. Me and the other interviewees were cringing at the intensity of it, wondering aloud to one another if we were going to have to call the cops. It went about five stages beyond the point at which people where I work would be calling, well... me!
I developed a saying a long time ago and I'm finding it more and more true: any job worth having doesn't advertise. Apparently it's as true with internet job sites as with the newspaper. Maybe I'm just meant to be a security guard. And really, if the pay were several dollars better I could live with that. It gives me all the time I need to write and pursue the things I find truly important. Maybe this combined with the increased likelihood of our contract renewal is a sign I should stay where I am a while longer. Who knows. I'll keep looking and applying at places. Worse that can happen is being bitten by a rabid receptionist.
Fun Fact: this place has its offices on the second floor of the theatre building where met Bruce Campbell and saw "The Man With The Screaming Brain."
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Date: 2006-04-07 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-07 09:22 pm (UTC)You know, you can always go to the bank... It's customer service phone work, but the benefits are kickass and you can sit in the zone all day once you get the hang of it.
careers.citicards.com.
Tell em I sent ya. Hell, I've been sending you forever. : )
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Date: 2006-04-14 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-14 08:19 pm (UTC)As far as the salary goes, it was weird, cause I knew people that had hardly any C/S experience who started out at something like 23-24k, too. Either way, you get your first raise at 6 months, and it's usually something decent- not to mention you also get sales bonuses each month.
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Date: 2006-04-07 10:39 pm (UTC)Anyway, good on you for not going that route!
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