I bought a linen t-shirt at a department store. I liked the pineapple on it. My cousin says if I drew a door on the pineapple that it would look like SpongeBob Squarepants’ house in Bikini Bottom.
Have a couple more job interviews coming up. This includes a visit with yet another employment recruiter.
I love it when recruiters try to ask you what your previous salary was, which has nothing to do with the job for which they’re seeking a candidate. I spoke to one particular recruiter over the phone the other day, and told her that I wasn’t going to discuss my previous salary; especially given that I know absolutely nothing about the job requirements, or nothing about the company that is looking for a candidate. Recruiters always love to respond with the standard, “Well, we can’t help you” and then I basically say, “Well good luck finding someone else”. I mean, they’re calling me, right, and, do I ask them what their salaries are? It’s so much bullshit, and meanwhile, I know that there aren’t many people who have the type of experience I have. I could have said that I did backflips at my last job and this recruiter would have believed me. Given that I worked at the circus, this wouldn’t have been too far off from the truth.
It’s also almost time for another government job interview. Those people should be tired of interviewing me by now. I know I’m tired of talking to them.
If neither of these opportunities lead to a job, I’m going to move to Bikini Bottom and will get a job flipping Krabby Patties at the Krusty Krab. Perhaps my t-shirt purchase was prognostic.