One size does not fit all; nor does trying it on more than once

October 9th, 2006, 9:54 PM by Goddess

I completely forget what it’s like to be paid to NOT go into work on a bank holiday. As it were, though, I had an easy day as I only put in just a hair above 10 hours. In my world, that’s a bona fide vacation day!

Appropriately enough, I came home to find two e-mails from the same headhunter, looking for a warm body to fill a position. You know, that fries my shorts. I get that a lot — some frazzled H.R. rep, no doubt, who’s trying to contact as many people as possible in the hopes that one will call back.

You know, when I’m applying for a job, I research the company, tailor my resume, write a thoughtful cover letter and otherwise come up with the right strategy for pursuing said job. But what do these recruiters do? Fucking bombard me with multiple, GENERIC messages to invite me to apply for a job that they don’t actually describe in an environment that I’m only supposed to take a wild guess about.

It’s just annoying, really. It’s spam. Hell yes they’d be lucky if I gave them the time of day, but just like I wouldn’t interview (much less hire) someone who sent me a form letter, I don’t want to be approached by someone with that one-size-fits-all approach. I know, they’ve got to keep their company names confidential. I get that. But a simple “this is what we saw in your resume that intrigued us and hope would be a fit” would do wonders in me not outright hitting the “delete” key immediately.



There are worse problems to have

October 9th, 2006, 7:11 PM by Goddess

But why are all the cool kids having big parties on the same freaking night?!?! Gah! I have no life. I admit it. And now I get to choose between driving to BFE to see old friends I’ve otherwise abandoned or waddling around the corner to meet mostly new (and some work) people.

Hmm, if I party closer to home, I get to drink more. But it would be nice to see my friend’s new house in the country.

Oh, hell — I know me. I’ll RSVP to both and find an excuse to avoid them both. AND I’ll drink at home. Problem solved!



Dispelling the myth

October 9th, 2006, 4:59 PM by Goddess

Sure, time seems to fly when you’re having fun. But when you’re having one of those days in which driving your car off a cliff and/or blowing your brains out doesn’t seem like the worst idea you’ve ever had, time still manages to elude you as well.

Read: It flies when you ain’t havin’ any fun, either.

Especially when it’s 5 p.m. and the one thing on your to-do list that needs to get done today (that usually takes several hours) hasn’t even been started yet, you realize that time didn’t just fly; it’s on its way to winning the race and you haven’t even pulled on your tennis shoes yet.

Do yourself a favor and kick your own ass before you put those shoes on, and then get down on your knees and thank God that your version of a half-assed effort is probably better than most people’s 100% effort. 😉