It was a total waste of time; four hours, to be exact. Honest effort on my end resulted in an automated two-line rejection letter. I mean, really? The HR representative who contacted me in the first place didn't have five minutes to write a personal note? In response, I wrote back requesting that they remove my personal information from their database. I didn't go on to say what else I felt, namely, that I would never consider working for a company with such unprofessional practices as wearing sloppy clothes to an interview (regardless of the casual work environment) and also openly doodling during said interview. I knew at that point that I wasn't being taken seriously. Great job, [name withheld]. You really had me thinking for a minute that you were interested in what I had to say. You're certainly no artist, so don't quit your day job.
But, in other news, M. Perreault has been up with the Capitals for a few games now, and he and his Hershey cohorts have done excellent work in keeping the ship afloat while other players search for their "A" games. Couple that with all the work I have to do at this contractor job and I'm not doing that badly. Although I would certainly appreciate some added security, as long as the work doesn't dry up--and I keep getting told that it won't--well, OK, I'll deal with it for now.
Coming up: The annual list of shit that happened this year.
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