Events, Rants
2 Comments Down the Hatch
Times are tough. Money is hard to come by. These days, it seems one can’t even get a little respect. Here is a tragically comical story:
I get an unsolicited email from someone inquiring if I am interested in a job. I get one or two of these annoying emails a week – some through the blog, but mostly through LinkedIn. My response was a flat “no”. That was October 2010.
Two weeks later, he emails again and gives me a song and dance about a down to earth company and all that. He mentions that it is located in a city that I would like to live in. So, I simply tell him I would be interested in learning more.
A month goes by, and I get yet another email from this guy asking why I want to leave my current employer. “I don’t. You contacted me,” was my response.
Out of the blue, I get a phone call on a Saturday. From his Mommy. It was another month later. Turns out, she is the HR Director. This is not a processing and quoting job opportunity as it was put to me. Hell no. This is a chance to build a die shop organization from scratch to support this company’s stamping operations – an opportunity I have been preparing and waiting for during the past 20 years.
I am interested.
After being pressured to get over there to talk, I agree to chat. And we did.
I had a short list of follow-up questions that went unanswered for two weeks, so I call to get the status. “So and so is out of town. Will get it to you next week. By the way, we think there is a strong fit here.”
Feeling was mutual. I was born to do that job.
Another month goes by, and I get a call from Momma. “Still interested, but need more time.”
Fine.
Four weeks later (I am tired of typing month here) I call to find out what is going on. Keep in mind, HR people are highly trained professionals. Polished and diplomatic, yet direct and emotionless.
“Hi. This is Tim Ste-”
“What do you want?”
This is one of the few times in my 45 years that I have been at a loss for words.
After a 10 second pause, she says, “Let me rephrase that. Why are you calling?”
“It has been a month since we last spoke. I was calling to get an update on the opportunity we spoke about.”
“We are growing by leaps and bounds. What position are we talking about exactly?”
I went into shock. A blue screen of death for my mind. And they say the best way to kill brain cells is to drink. Well pour me a tall one – it is going down the hatch to mercilessly kill a few million more. Let God sort them out, I always say.
So, that was that. The end of another dream job. At least this time, it was over before it began.
On a brighter note, a new and improved author will be taking over Die Guy here in a few weeks – stay tuned for some exciting stuff.