Monthly Archives: November 2007

A potpourri of the last few weeks…

Good. Gah.

The last few weeks have been crrrrazy, I tell ya.

First, I was going through the whole “what job do I take?!?!” conundrum.

That, I decided, would work itself out. And it did.

I told CRO 2 [the one with whom I interviewed AFTER accepting the job from CRO 1] that I needed to know something VERY soon, as I was putting another company’s offer on hold.

“Oh, yeah we want to make a decision very quickly.”

Cue the crickets; I waited almost two weeks, with the only contact being initiated by ME, only to be answered with out of office auto-replies and then an email saying “we’ll let you know when we hear something.”

The day before I was to go to another city for first-day orientation, I went into my old office with my pal J to retrieve my personal not-so-mini fridge.

Since I hadn’t heard from CRO 2 [they’ve been major wankers in the past, so I was pretty sick of them at this point] I went to their website and viewed my job profile.

“Interviewing” was still beside the job for which I’d interviewed. After almost TWO WEEKS.

Fuckers.

So I did what any self-respecting “I’m about to take a job with your competitor”-thinking person would do: I went to my profile and removed my name from consideration.

The next day, I got this email:

Hello Thefreshcracker,

Thank you for your interest in employment opportunities at Asshole CRO and the GMS team. We enjoyed speaking with you and appreciate the time you took to talk with us about your background and experience.

We reviewed a number of candidates for the Analyst I position and have found others whose qualifications more closely match our position profile. Unfortunately, we are not able to offer you employment at this time.

Best of luck to you in the future.

Thank you,
Tiffany

A: the recruiter’s name is Tiffany.
B: I got this email after, yes AFTER, I’d removed my name from consideration.

So I decided to stick with rad-and-awesome CRO. And I’m glad I did. My only real concerns were the commute [nine whole miles! lame.] and that their health benefits are more expensive. BEE EFF DEE.

The work environment: awesome
My boss: awesome
My coworkers: awesome.

I don’t even miss my old job with the crappy med students who could barely wipe their own asses.  My friend who still works there [in IT, so a MUCH better atmosphere] told me via email that my former boss looks “lost. and i mean LOST.” anytime someone comes in with a question.

i laughed diabolically and then felt a little guilty.

In other news, I got drunk at nightwork’s Halloween party and told my crush I thought he was cute.

Cue the awkwardness.

Also, my friend had a bike wreck and got injured.  Badly. Broken jaw and needing root canals injured.

No dental insurance.

So we’re trying to collect money at work to help with her bills.

JSYK: if you feel like being generous and helping her out, you can send Paypal payments to mailto:babetoothless@gmail.com

Aaaand over the Thanksgiving holiday my brother’s friend got stabbed, lost 40% of his blood volume, and almost died.

I also thought I had an intestinal blockage, but it turns out I just needed a laxative.

TMI?

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Only me -or- That’s the story of my life

So, last week, I went on vacation to see my friends in New Hampshire. It was really nice up there, not too cold until the end of the week.

Let me give you a rundown on the things that happened while I was there:

– fell down the stairs
– hit my knee on my friend’s car and bruised it all to hell
– tripped and nearly fell down CONCRETE stairs
– had my brand new James Patterson book chewed by a pug [but only on the corners]
– stepped in a huge puddle on one of the cold nights
– accidentally said “Y’all have a good night” to some trick-or-treaters and their dad laughed at me [we were in New Hampshire]
– hit my head on a big pipe while stepping up to a platform in a sushi restaurant.

Other than those things, my trip was awesome. We went to the Salem Witch museum, Boston, Newburyport in Mass (best sushi EVER at Szechuan Taste, Sushi Yen & Thai Cafe), Kittery Maine, and a bunch of little towns in NH.

Before I left on my adventure, I’d gotten word from a CRO that I’d gotten a job i’d applied for there.

I haggled about salary a bit and got close to what I wanted.

I’d interviewed at a different CRO earlier and hadn’t heard back yet.

Monday before I left, I formally accepted the job I was offered.

Two days later, I received an email from CRO 2 that I hadn’t gotten the job [at the interview, they told me I was overqualified].

Two days after THAT, I was in Salem, MA when I got a voicemail from CRO 2 wanting me to interview for a higher position than the one I’d previously come in for.

end a sentence with a preposition why don’t you.

Anyway, I decided to go for it and take the second interview. They scheduled it for November 5th.

CRO 1 sent me papers via FedEx that I was to sign and fax back upon my return (Nov 5), accepting the job.

You can see my conundrum, can’t you?

So Monday, after carefully reviewing the paperwork, making sure I wouldn’t be carted off to jail if I didn’t actually show up after signing the stuff, I faxed it off.

Half an hour later, I trotted off to my interview with CRO 2.

It went pretty well, if you ignore the fact that I KNOW my face was red for a large part of the interview.

Oh, and if you ignore the fact that, right at the end as I was leaving, I looked over in the lobby and saw THE RECRUITER I WAS WORKING WITH FOR THE JOB AT CRO 1!!!!!!!

Seriously, now. What the fuck?

But, it seems that recruiter girl may have been applying for a job there, too. I mean, why else would she be sitting in the lobby of her company’s number one competitor?

Tomorrow my boss gets back from the convention she was on her way to when I told her I was leaving.

I’m interested to see how she act.

Oh p.s. Chad Michael Murray aka THIS DOUCHE FROM ONE TREE HILL: 1_chadmichaelmurray1.jpg

was on my flight from my town to my connecting flight.  He made sure to sit at a different gate and pull out a script or something and talk really loudly about it with his assistant.  I had my headphones on pretty high and I could STILL hear him.

When we got to our destination, his gate (Flight to Los Angeles) was right across from my gate to Boston.  He sat in the seats reserved for special-needs travelers because it was facing the aisle and he apparently expected a rush of “fans” to come up to him.

No one did.

douche.