Tuesday, October 31, 2006

I've never been so enraged by cleavage in all my life

Yes, you read that right. Bared bosoms are on probation with me right now and let me tell you why.

The GRC interview was almost wholly unsatisfactory and the worst part is that there is no real villain to haul up on the end of a pike. They specified in their email to me that I should come all gussied up in a suit, something which is still way too warm to wear on the tube or inside a building right now (though perhaps the fact that my body is still aclimatized to Canadian weather is to blame).

Already a little grouchy from the train ticket costing more than I felt it should do, my jaw just about dropped when I saw that nobody but the receptionists were "dressed smart" and my advisor was wearing jeans along with a tank top that had me convinced that her breasts had achieved sentience and, after a brief discussion between them, decided that escape was their best option.

Oh well, I suppose this isn't such a war crime. She was pretty personable, honest and at least somewhat helpful (providing me with some handy advice on my letter writing campaign). I just don't think I had to spend money and a day on coming into her office so I could re-iterate a bunch of info which could have been handled in a fifteen minute phone call. An extra five minutes would have covered the advice, which included the rather dour little number about how November and December are always the quietest months in hiring since by this point the budget for new employees (given out in January) has been pretty much spent.

Leaving the office I was pretty fed up and put out. Feeling like that, it's hard not to want a villain - so I attended to that need while cheering myself up with a good laugh on the way home as I mentally blamed this woman's chest for anything from the day's frustrations to religious extremism and climate change.

Moving over to the bigger picture, the Stern Report dropped today and I'm quite glad. In a nutshell, important members of the English government and The World Bank have put something together which reinforces two of the main points of Al Gore's brilliant arguement - that screwing up the environment will actually damage the economy more than trying to fix things and that no matter how you cut it, this is a problem of the present which needs to be dealt with right now. I promise I'll not be turning this site into a soapbox - but given that climate change is easily the most pressing world issue in existence, I reckoned that this was worth mentioning.

In other news, I got a reply to my follow-up email from Lead Generators. Apparently I am still supremely sexy and they are "grateful for" the Dawkins review I left with them. But "Unfortunately, the process has taken longer than expected and [we] will need another few weeks to get back in touch with you to complete the interview process". Erm, OK!

Ah but screw it, this too has left me somewhat galvanized to continue not only job searching but to keep trying new methods - if only to prove a point. Tomorrow I shall launch my email assault on the world of publishing and pick up the needed supplies for the postal assault - in both cases being mindful that the letters are addressed to specific individuals and not the useles black hole that is the HR department of most companies.

Finally, head on over to this site which Kate found and click on The Beginners Guide to Britain - it's really funny and a great thing to watch if you've had a day like mine.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

So, I'm confused. (Act like this is an anomoly.)

Was the woman attractive? Were her tits huge? (To any women or parents reading this, I'm sorry - but not regretful.) Are they being blamed because you could only stare at them, occassionally pointing meekly or drooling a little?

America needs to know!

Whoops, Mr. Fittersly,
You let me violate you.
Whoops, Mr. Fittersly,
You let me penetrate you!

Oliver Brackenbury said...

Yes! Sorry, I suppose I didn't properly get across the strange reversal of heterosexual polarity which occurred. Yes to both counts, but what was so bizarre was that the latter just made me really pissed off!

More than ever before in my life, I made a point of NOT staring - but sometimes she would get up to leave the interview room and fetch something, whipping across my vision and inspiring the kind of "Ohhhh!" which Mr. Wilson might exclaim at the sight of one Dennis T. Menace.

Her front was an afront to a fella who was sweating up one of his best shirts for no good reason!

Anonymous said...

Personally, I think you should have handled it in the same manner as Billy the Neurotic. I think that would have helped you greatly.