During my daily perusing of the internet in the span between when I finish my show and when I make the sad, pitiful trek upstairs to actually booth my show, I came across this article from this online satirical web site that I like to keep up-to-date on about how awesome it is to work at Google. So I wondered to myself after reading the article...how awesome is it to work at Google?
I really wish I never knew the answer to that question...because it's freaking awesome!!!
Last week was a week of disappointment in the job search area. Things started with a call from a recruiter who excitedly wanted to tell me about an opportunity available in my area with the company she works for. So after the routine sending my resume and it slipping her mind that we had a phone call scheduled to further discuss the opportunity the next day...I got turned down for the job I hadn't even really applied for. It's almost like she went out of her way to get my hopes riding high on a group of balloons before hurling a handful of glass shards into their midst sending my hopes plummeting back down to depths in which they consistently stay these days. Then it seemed like fate when I met some people from another company, who was "hiring" and seemed to be an almost unbelievably good opportunity...turns out of course it was unbelievably good. After emailing my new acquaintances my resume with the promise to pass it along with good recommendations...the email from hr came saying they were not currently hiring but would keep my resume on file in case they needed some extra paper to wipe their butts with.
To top it all off the hiring agency I met with has been giving me the runaround for the past month so things are naturally looking pretty bleak. And to make matters worse Google's employees get to eat meals prepared by 5 star chefs for free and can play ping pong at work. While I can't even enjoy things like benefits and the accruing of vacation days. Some people get all the luck right. Even looking at my friends who have so far been fairly successful while I struggle away not to hope I get into an incapacitating car accident every morning on my way to work.
But a wise man once said the stone won't grind itself...or something like that...so I guess I'll just sit here and grind away at my pathetic stone until something better comes along...or until Google somehow discovers my brilliance and gives me job. Option B...become the second barefoot bandit but with my own gimmick of course...like maybe the ass-less chap outlaw or something.
It's always good to have a plan B...or so I've been told.
So here's my message to Google...I'm ready to hired but I won't pose naked. You know where to find me and if you don't...just look me up on...well...google.
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