lapacifidora | blarg. (Reply)

Today was a perfect storm of suck.

Oh. I was offered a trial period of working at the place I interviewed with this morning. That's not the problem.

And it's a paid trial period. So that's also not a problem.

No. The problem is that the boss of the person I would be reporting to gave me 5 minutes. Yes. Five whole awkward moments that managed to make me - an historically straitght-A student with a 4.0 or nearly 4.0 GPA for the last 15 years - like a moron.

A complete knuckle-dragging, drooling, bleary eyed shmuckity shmuck shmuck.

(Granted, the guy also seemed like a first-class, non-fun-type-of Douchebag. But I'm reserving final judgment as he was apparently incredibly busy this morning.)

It was awkward, painful, embarrasing, terrifying, nerve-wracking, etc. And then they offered me the following deal: A one-week trial (paid), followed by a one-month trial (paid) and then the possibility of a full-time position (paid).

And now here's the thing: I accepted it. I don't know if I've made a huge mistake, and the smog of stress that's been swirling in my brain most of the day is coalescing into a headache.

The worst part is that I was totally prepared and on-time this morning. Normally, even if I leave an hour before I'm supposed to be there, I end up late. And sometimes I've brought not enough or the wrong materials with me. But I was prepared, on time and my hair was actually behaving itself today.

And I even remembered to bring a book - something interesting for me to read, but also interesting looking as that can help start small-talk with an interviewer - with me. (Which was good because the guy I was supposed to meet with was like 20 minutes late.)

So. Yeah. A confluence of ill-advised circumstances. A convergence of unfortunate occurences. A fusion of little FML moments.

In short: A perfect storm of Suck.

I'm going to spend tomorrow sending resumes out to other places, in case this trial period thing is an Epic Fail, and then I'm going to go in next week and try not to look like a moron again.

And I'm going to try not to wallow tonight, even though all I really want is a pint of Ben & Jerry's Heath Bar Crunch and a bag of spicy ranch baked lays. And maybe some diet coke. And if the ice cream doesn't work, maybe add some rum to the diet coke. And I really want to watch either Blade or Resident Evil; something where people's heads explode or are removed from their bodies or something.

Anyways: the rant hath ended-eth.