Swallow your pride
The next time some corporate loser asks me what I think I'll be doing five years from now, I won't be visualising his neck inch-diametered in my hands, I'll be thanking my lucky stars I'm not at this interview.
I've never had a job that actually involved talking to strange people face-to-face, and yet that's the skill we prize most highly, or so it seems. Odd, huh?
Maybe they should email me the questions. I'm far better at thinking on my feet when I can write down my thoughts – although let's face it, that's because "thinking on your feet" means "repeating the correct formulae without hesitating". You can't see the smirk on the page.
This made me chuckle. It shouldn't, I suppose. Employers are no longer satisfied with exploiting you, now they want your soul. What's it to them what your interests are, so long as "burning down office blocks" isn't too high on your list?
posted by Dr Zen @ 12:49 am
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