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The receptionist laughed in disbelief, "Geez, everybody is moving here!" The lady behind me replies with a disgusted look on her face, "Ontario is just not a good place to be." I laughed. I had my temp agency interview today and it went longer than planned, given that she wanted to retest me for a variety of mindless tests. I now know that I type at a speed of 88 words per minute (up ten from four years ago, no doubt to online journalling), my keystrokes per minute are over 11,000 and I have an accuracy rate of 100%. My manager seemed pretty happy with my results, but I was a bit more pessimistic: all this proves is that I am maybe one notch smarter than a monkey and I am employable to the extent of a glorified job bobbing my head at executives and doing whatever they tell me to. Good god, this is exciting! I have another, cooler interview tomorrow and the manager's personality is in such stark contrast to the corporate asskissing I swam through today. I phoned him just to verify that the interview was still on and as a closing note, he just says, "Oh, we're sooooooo casual over here, so don't worry about getting gussied up if you don't want to!" This is certainly my style. And I'm wondering if I would be more happy working casual sorts of jobs and making maybe a third less than what I would make sitting in an office being a faceless number. I think I would. I want that freaking job. I summon you all to pool your energies and wish me the grandest of luck. There's not been something I wanted so badly in a long time. And just as a side note, if I don't get the job, I will hold all you accountable and rest assured... you WILL feel my grief.
And I feel fine....... - 2004-02-23 |