Morning rant.
Last night, past midnight, I decided I would set the alarm for 8:00 am and 8:30 am, so I could snooze for about 30 minutes.
I could not be more wrong, or unlucky; depends on how you look at it.
As the alarm went off, I could hear the heavy rain in the distant. Apparently Lizzie had heard the alarm too, so she rushed in and asked if could drive her to the university. I was still in a daze and all I could say was, “mrblsflmbrlm…” *
“Is that a yes or a no”, she asked.
*sigh*
“Fine… I’ll drive you.”
I had no time for a breakfast, but I was lucky enough to have a five-minute shower — I hate going out without having a shower first, even if it is pouring down outside.
Being all groggy and surprised we got to the university in one piece I thought it would be best to have a coffee before I went back on the road again.
I am not sure if it was due to me being all sleepy and my taste buds hadn’t woken up yet, but the coffee was awful. Something was very wrong it.
It was kind of nice to get up early. I finished an article I had been putting off for a while, but now I have to try to entertain myself until I head off to the interview I have later in the evening. Or as they call it, a recruitment seminar, which is just a fancy name for a group interview — which I loath with a passion.
I have been to their “seminar” before, so I kind of know what to expect. I am not too keen on going, but I’ll humour them and see if they have changed their presentation, which I highly doubt.
I am going to show up and not give a rats behind. I haven’t shaved at all and I am going to just wear my regular clothes. In other words, I am not going to make any effort at all. With that said, if they ask my opinion about group interviews they will regret it.
Group interviews are for lazy arse companies who want hyperactive arse kissers who can sell a $100.000 computer to a rock.
I might not be able to tell you which company I am talking about, as they actually have you sign a contract that states you are not allowed to speak about where you were and what you were told that day. I might also refuse to sign that contract, because it is a bunch of bollocks.
I’ll write an update after the interview tonight — maybe.
* Which is why I can’t be bothered checking my writing thouroghly today.
