rip it all to shreds and let it go
You might be wondering whatever happened with that round of interviews The Captain and I had last month. Funny story, that.
The Captain and I had our first-round interviews on the same day, a few hours apart. Then, a few days later, we had our second-round interviews, one right after the other. I got a call wanting to set up yet another interview about a new opening that they wanted to give me a chance at, so I agreed and met with them yet again. And again. And again. After literally a month of meetings, interviews, phone calls, and countless emails, I'm done. I was supposed to get the job offer today, at a "final" meeting. I didn't go. Instead, I sent an email to the woman who has been coordinating all this, telling her that it had gotten too long and drawn out, and I was no longer interested.
The job I was going to be offered was a brand new position that was being created out of necessity. There was no formal training, no idea what my workload would be, and no idea whether I'd be able to keep my head above water. It would involve phone support for one document. One. However, the clients I would be supporting number in the thousands, and are spread over multiple states across this corner of the country. Not only would I be walking these people through the correct way to fill out this document, I'd then follow up on each and every single submission to make sure that the requests were all completed on time and satisfactorily to everyone's (the clients and the service providers alike) requirements. In theory, the job could be rewarding and possibly even fun. There are a lot of other factors at work here though.
There's the fact that my "training" - the term being used incredibly loosely - would begin immediately after my surgery when I'm not going to be able to give my full attention to learning this new position. Let's not forget that I'm finally getting a chance at the job I actually moved here for. Oh, didn't I mention that?
The crime lab that I tried to apply for a year ago is finally hiring. And I've now met the residency requirement. And they have a civil service exam coming up in a couple weeks. I registered for the exam and will be (hopefully) able to get the time off work to take it. That won't be difficult if I take the full medical leave that's being recommended after my surgery.
The surgery is Monday. As in, 5 days from now. I still have yet to schedule my medical leave of absence from The Cow Box Computer Co because the HR person is never in her office. I swear, that woman might do an hour or two of work each week. Maybe. In a good week.
Anyway, I'm sure I'll have plenty of time to update this over the next few weeks when I'm sitting around in front of a computer at home rather than sitting in front of a computer at work.
The Captain and I had our first-round interviews on the same day, a few hours apart. Then, a few days later, we had our second-round interviews, one right after the other. I got a call wanting to set up yet another interview about a new opening that they wanted to give me a chance at, so I agreed and met with them yet again. And again. And again. After literally a month of meetings, interviews, phone calls, and countless emails, I'm done. I was supposed to get the job offer today, at a "final" meeting. I didn't go. Instead, I sent an email to the woman who has been coordinating all this, telling her that it had gotten too long and drawn out, and I was no longer interested.
The job I was going to be offered was a brand new position that was being created out of necessity. There was no formal training, no idea what my workload would be, and no idea whether I'd be able to keep my head above water. It would involve phone support for one document. One. However, the clients I would be supporting number in the thousands, and are spread over multiple states across this corner of the country. Not only would I be walking these people through the correct way to fill out this document, I'd then follow up on each and every single submission to make sure that the requests were all completed on time and satisfactorily to everyone's (the clients and the service providers alike) requirements. In theory, the job could be rewarding and possibly even fun. There are a lot of other factors at work here though.
There's the fact that my "training" - the term being used incredibly loosely - would begin immediately after my surgery when I'm not going to be able to give my full attention to learning this new position. Let's not forget that I'm finally getting a chance at the job I actually moved here for. Oh, didn't I mention that?
The crime lab that I tried to apply for a year ago is finally hiring. And I've now met the residency requirement. And they have a civil service exam coming up in a couple weeks. I registered for the exam and will be (hopefully) able to get the time off work to take it. That won't be difficult if I take the full medical leave that's being recommended after my surgery.
The surgery is Monday. As in, 5 days from now. I still have yet to schedule my medical leave of absence from The Cow Box Computer Co because the HR person is never in her office. I swear, that woman might do an hour or two of work each week. Maybe. In a good week.
Anyway, I'm sure I'll have plenty of time to update this over the next few weeks when I'm sitting around in front of a computer at home rather than sitting in front of a computer at work.
Labels: Captain Emo Ranger, Cow Box Computer Co., Job search, Medical Misadventures
posted by Betel @ 12:51 PM
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