Thursday, December 08, 2005

EWWWW! Gross!

There are pieces of a gingerbread house in the office kitchen. I asked the receptionist (as an aside ... she's very nice, but one of those stereotypical back-country bumpkins that doesn't realize some of the things she says are pretty damn racist) what it was doing there, and if anyone was going to assemble it.

She said that Boring Co-Worker (I used to go to lunch with her occasionally, but she's so fucking boring I can't stand it and have managed to dodge invitations for about the last six months) bought it last year and never put it together.

Then, yesterday, Boring Co-Worder found ants crawling in the box. So she pulled out all the gingerbread, gumdrops, licorice wands and little candy people heads, wiped them off, and re-bagged it all in Zip-locs.

Um, I guess she's saving it for later?

Say it with me, people.

EWWWW! Gross!

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

How do you spell T-A-C-K-Y?

I applied for a job at The University. A job I didn't get. It was one of those things that really would have been a good opportunity. It's not like I'm looking to leave my current job. (BTW, this year for craft day, we decorated holiday picture frames). In fact, I'd been liking my job more lately and was feeling guilty knowing I had applied for another one.

I received my ding letter in the mail yesterday. Ya know "we had a tremendous response ... your impressive credentials were given consideration ... we have concluded the interview process ... best of luck in your future endeavors" which is University speak for "we already had someone in mind for this position and were merely going through protocol by posting the job opening."


When I checked the University HR site the other day, I was surprised to see the job had been filled. I had been lead to believe that they actually were accepting applications. And, really, if they HAD considered my impressive credentials, I would think that I would have warranted at least a phone call.

The position was with The University alumni association. So, at first when I opened up the bulky package with the ding letter on top, I thought they had the gall to send me an application packet to join the alumni association. But I was SHOCKED to see that no, they had SENT BACK MY PORTFOLIO CLIPS.


By returning my resume and portfolio clips (all of which are obvious laser print-outs, BTW, it's a terrible idea to send originals) not only does it send the message "you didn't get the job" but it makes it abundantly clear that "you were so far beyond consideration for this position, we don't even have to pretend to keep your stuff on file."

You just don't send back resumes. If you're not interested, you THROW THEM AWAY. I was trying to explain all this to LISBF and he kept trying to bring up a point for the other side, some sort of small lexicon of the universe where it is okay to return things that normal people understand are obviously not okay to return.

Finally, I snapped at him and told him that if we ever break up, I don't want to see ONE SINGLE gift I've given him sent back to me. It's tacky. If you don't want it, donate it to charity or throw it away. But there are some things you DO NOT SEND BACK.

And portfolios are one of them. I don't want to work for anyone that tacky, anyway. Bitches.