There's no number to call, it was an online process.
Eh. I mean, I'm really not PISSED, it was just "What the fuck? Thanks for wasting my time, Robot Resources."
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There's no number to call, it was an online process.
Eh. I mean, I'm really not PISSED, it was just "What the fuck? Thanks for wasting my time, Robot Resources."
Can you 411 the number?
There's no number to call, it was an online process.
So it's probably some stoned college student's way of getting some shits and giggles. Sort of like the online version of that Monty Python sketch:
"Goooood Niiiiight, ding, ding, ding, ding."
"Oh, we're sorry, I'm afraid we filled that position 3 weeks ago."
Can you 411 the number?
I think that no good will be served by my stalking them. No matter how the conversation actually goes, it's going to amount to:
"Really? Are you sure? Can you double-check? Seriously? Can you ask again? Look, I got this e-mail, and...can you just go check?"
Which just puts my resume in the circular file.
Ok. Just making sure.
How's The Punk?
Fine. We went downtown to the Summer Fair Thingy. She jumped around in the inflatable jumpy thingies and slid down the inflatable slide thingie and got a free cookie. Then we got her a balloon which she lost 4 1/2 minutes later. Then we went to the library and played in the kids' room there for a while and colored. Now she's trying not to drowse on the couch, having chowed down on a cheese sammich.
Oh, totally. You deserve some kind of prize for that. I used to end up going on non-nerviews. Because basically the ADA says they have to see me, not give me a break. And it's funny how often after they see the body attached to the voice, they decide to promote from within. Or something. Funny in the "die, you bastards, die," sense.
Okay, this is for all the other stay at home parents of toddler-age children out there.
Emeline loves "Max & Ruby". I'm scared.
Max is plainly evil and Ruby is dumber than a barrel of dirt. Every goddamned time she tries to get Max to do something, he'll purposely fuck it up, and then Ruby will inevitably start over and leave whatever Max used to fuck it up in the first place right next to him!
Ruby! Get a goddamned clue in your head! If the fucking rabbit has taken sherbet into the bath twice, he will do it a third time unless you chain his arms together and destroy all the sherbet in the house!
Fuck!
...
Okay, so...I need a job.
Deep breaths, MM, deep breaths.
Step away from the kiddie TV, MM.
And remember, it could be worse. It could be...Oobi.