Drifter: Thursday, August 11, 2005
another day in Shitsville
I can still taste the lead force-fed into my lungs by the fucking truck beside me last evening.
New day, same shit. Dude next to me is asleep. Dame next to me has been devouring the phone for as long as I can remember. Can't do either. Can't fall asleep and ain't got nothing to talk about.
I make 22 grand a month to sit on a chair and stare at a monitor for nine hours a day. I pity the next lot of starry-eyed graduates who are bound for this swanky sweatshop.
The more I think about nothing, the more questions arise...
Why do I risk my life everyday to come to office on time?
Why do acquaintances gawk in wonder when I mention I'm working for $%^&@!@ ?
Why do I get paid when all I do is burn electricity to check my email?
Why can't I simply zip it and be shameless like all these people around me?
When I finally think about my life and make a well considered decision, why should I get blown off by people most of who live under the delusion that they are the next best thing after Sigmund Freud? What does reviewing ads have to do with how I talk or dress up? Some dame on the phone asks me to walk her thru my resume. Plain and simple... there ain't nothing in it to walk thru. Name, address and qualification. The only thing that makes me proud of my resume is the total lack of hypocrisy. Atleast I didn't copy it from some shithead who copied his from a gazillion other people. Atleast I understand what my career objective is. WALK YOU THRU MY RESUME?? BITCH... TAKE A WALK AND GO LEARN ENGLISH. Gimme an ad... ask me to review it. THEN make a frigging decision. What does my love for video games have to do with my selection? If there was a place where I'd be paid to play video games, I'd be there... not on the phone sucking up to you. Does candor hold no value in the market today? Senors Page and Brin, good luck with Google India.
The one thing I will regret most in my life is fucking up my first Google interview when things were rosy till I blew it. Akshay, man... you shouldn't have snipped off my cover letter and I - asshole to the core - shouldn't have agreed to it. "It doesn't give an impression of you being a good team player", people say. How would you know I'm not a good team player unless I play in a team first?
Knock knock, sane people from Planet Goog... I wasn't at the right place at the right time and now wanted to make amends for it. I botched an interview and spent the next two months replaying it in my head, knowing full well Im much, MUCH better than that. Why? Because I felt the job was worth it. Isn't the fact that I wanna throw away half my salary to get into a job that makes me feel I'm not a hypocrite something to think about?
Fuck all that. When I do manage to put everything I can into not two, but FOUR ESSAYS and wait for three agonizing weeks drawing out hypothetical scenarios in my head, bugging the poor dude who made the mistake of refering me in the first place for any little update he might have, somebody decides to call me and speak in a tone that drips with condescension, and finally, in all her wisdom, decides I'm:
a. overqualified
b. unsure
c. impolite
d. most likely to jump ship
e. plain stupid
f. a caveman
g. any or all of the above
Senorita, I'll tell you what. You forgot to add NONE OF THE ABOVE to the list. And if I'd be in a position where I could wish the agonies of the damned upon anybody I chose, YOU would win the prize. Plus tax.
Bollocks to public relations. The world as we know it today was defined by people who sucked at PR. And if YOU, Madame X think you're better than them, may you wallow in your ignorance for the rest of eternity. I'll make myself comfortable in my cave and see you in hell after I die.
I WILL try again in November because I believe ONE person out there is smart enough to understand me. If I still fail, I'll consider a career in suicide bombing. Hope I don't have to walk anybody thru my resume there.
I gotta go smoke some diesel fumes. Adios.
This is the first time in six months I've used "bitch" to describe a female. The promise I made to a friend stands broken.
New day, same shit. Dude next to me is asleep. Dame next to me has been devouring the phone for as long as I can remember. Can't do either. Can't fall asleep and ain't got nothing to talk about.
I make 22 grand a month to sit on a chair and stare at a monitor for nine hours a day. I pity the next lot of starry-eyed graduates who are bound for this swanky sweatshop.
The more I think about nothing, the more questions arise...
Why do I risk my life everyday to come to office on time?
Why do acquaintances gawk in wonder when I mention I'm working for $%^&@!@ ?
Why do I get paid when all I do is burn electricity to check my email?
Why can't I simply zip it and be shameless like all these people around me?
When I finally think about my life and make a well considered decision, why should I get blown off by people most of who live under the delusion that they are the next best thing after Sigmund Freud? What does reviewing ads have to do with how I talk or dress up? Some dame on the phone asks me to walk her thru my resume. Plain and simple... there ain't nothing in it to walk thru. Name, address and qualification. The only thing that makes me proud of my resume is the total lack of hypocrisy. Atleast I didn't copy it from some shithead who copied his from a gazillion other people. Atleast I understand what my career objective is. WALK YOU THRU MY RESUME?? BITCH... TAKE A WALK AND GO LEARN ENGLISH. Gimme an ad... ask me to review it. THEN make a frigging decision. What does my love for video games have to do with my selection? If there was a place where I'd be paid to play video games, I'd be there... not on the phone sucking up to you. Does candor hold no value in the market today? Senors Page and Brin, good luck with Google India.
The one thing I will regret most in my life is fucking up my first Google interview when things were rosy till I blew it. Akshay, man... you shouldn't have snipped off my cover letter and I - asshole to the core - shouldn't have agreed to it. "It doesn't give an impression of you being a good team player", people say. How would you know I'm not a good team player unless I play in a team first?
Knock knock, sane people from Planet Goog... I wasn't at the right place at the right time and now wanted to make amends for it. I botched an interview and spent the next two months replaying it in my head, knowing full well Im much, MUCH better than that. Why? Because I felt the job was worth it. Isn't the fact that I wanna throw away half my salary to get into a job that makes me feel I'm not a hypocrite something to think about?
Fuck all that. When I do manage to put everything I can into not two, but FOUR ESSAYS and wait for three agonizing weeks drawing out hypothetical scenarios in my head, bugging the poor dude who made the mistake of refering me in the first place for any little update he might have, somebody decides to call me and speak in a tone that drips with condescension, and finally, in all her wisdom, decides I'm:
a. overqualified
b. unsure
c. impolite
d. most likely to jump ship
e. plain stupid
f. a caveman
g. any or all of the above
Senorita, I'll tell you what. You forgot to add NONE OF THE ABOVE to the list. And if I'd be in a position where I could wish the agonies of the damned upon anybody I chose, YOU would win the prize. Plus tax.
Bollocks to public relations. The world as we know it today was defined by people who sucked at PR. And if YOU, Madame X think you're better than them, may you wallow in your ignorance for the rest of eternity. I'll make myself comfortable in my cave and see you in hell after I die.
I WILL try again in November because I believe ONE person out there is smart enough to understand me. If I still fail, I'll consider a career in suicide bombing. Hope I don't have to walk anybody thru my resume there.
I gotta go smoke some diesel fumes. Adios.
This is the first time in six months I've used "bitch" to describe a female. The promise I made to a friend stands broken.
- June 13, 2006 11:35 pm|
Post a Comment10 months seem abnormally long to post a comment; but at 2:30 night, with sluggish reluctance to furthur work, i find this post and feel like it.
And the second reason is, i think i know the female, dame(and everything else) uv been mentioning here. I even know her house. And once upon a time, she even asked me to run her thru my resume!
Im not sure if its really such a bad picture... i was once impressed when she said she personally doesnt believe academic aggregate is a decisive recruitment criterion. I guess she also used to write for serious magazines when she was in college...
been thru that Google recruitment shit, sure was some pain in the neck!
by the way, i think 'the female' is getting married this Dec, I think we can go ask her over dinner, y she did what she did! :->