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I hate unemployment
Don't bother getting your hopes up when recruiters call.
A faint glimmer of hope showed itself this week. I sent my resume off in response to a job posting I found using the Indeed job search right at the top of this very page, not really caring much. It was like, "Eah, let's see how well the Indeed search works."
Two hours later, the phone rings. It's a recruiter. He sounds pretty excited, but he doesn't know much about tech. The job is a tech job. As it's described, I'm well qualified.
They call me in for an interview. (Oh boy!) I iron my newest dress shirt, put on a nice pair of slacks, get a haircut and head to Midtown, about two blocks from Grand Central Station, right in that three-block radius that I call the "sweet spot" -- the best place in the world to work. I loved working there, right in the commercial cerebral cortex of America.
The initial interview with the recruiter goes OK. Something doesn't smell quite right (always the case with recruiters) but I'm open to good things happening. The cheaply laminated sign on the door of the office doesn't sit right with me. The whole thing just seems kind of like an elaborate ruse. These people are not getting my Social Security number or any information out of me beyond my skills and employment history.
It gets weird. I'm supposed to meet with the hiring manager, except we're going to meet in the recruiter's office, not at the company. The company's website is... lacking. Cool, fine -- that's part of the reason they need a guy like me. It looks like an empty shell, though, somehow.
I get to the office 30 minutes before the interview is supposed to start. I'm ready with all sorts of examples of my work, my references, smart answers to common interview questions. The guy spends about ten minutes with me and shoos me off so that he can meet the next candidate.
This morning, the recruiter calls me and tells me the guy wants to know more about my experience. Maybe he should have spent more than ten minutes with me, then! I don't mind giving you specific examples of things that I've done, but don't waste my time, then come back at me with almost accusatory-sounding questions about my resume, which you loved initially.
Jeez, just put me to work, and I'll show you what I can do. I'll work for a week for free, and you'll want me so bad it'll hurt. WTF is wrong with people? Don't they know a good thing when they see one? Why should someone as diligent and smart as I be broke and unemployed! It feels like the Soviet Union, like if you're not part of the ruling elite members of the Party, you're nothing. If you get marked as a dissident, you're less than nothing. It really feels like that -- like I've been marked or something. I know it's not true, but a long period of unemployment does strange things to your head.
I hate this so much! All I want is a job! I want to do something that needs to be done and get paid for it. Is that asking so much?
Maybe I should ask the recruiter for a recruiting job. At least I could speak tech with the candidates. Actually, the whole thing smells like some kind of scam so screw it.
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