Somewhere in Middle America

Friday, March 4

Jobs and the car

Every once in a while, thanks to my resume being on Monster since forever, I'll get a random e-mail from someone concerning employment. Most are just kind of looking around. It's the same thing I'm doing. Sending something out to hundreds in hope for a single catch. Recruiters are the same way. The first time I was searching for a job, I came across the concept of a recruiter. I thought it was great. Go to one person, give them all the work, and sit back. No. I still haven't heard from that first guy, and I think they're all pretty sleazy now.

So yesterday I get an e-mail from a guy in Jersey. It's a recruiter. Can you call? Sure, why not. Might as well be entertained. He tells me about a vague position that I'm not really qualified for. He realized that I'm not qualified for it. So then he asks me if I know anybody who might be. No. Well, could I call him if I think of someone or if someone might be looking? Uh, sure. Sleazy. So he basically turned the whole thing around on me.

The other thing that I realized this morning is that, if I really, really wanted to get out of work for a few days, I could lie to the people at work and tell them that I was in [another] car accident. Just call from the highway or something. Then drive home. Take a few days off. When I returned -- since my parents are abroad now -- use their car instead of mine. By the time they got back, I'd "have the car fixed."

Desperate, but intriguing nonetheless.

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What I've read (most recent on top)

  • Boomsday by Christopher Buckley
  • Under the Banner of Heaven by Jon Krakauer
  • Blindness by Jose Saramago
  • Blackwater by Jeremy Scahill
  • The Nasty Bits by Anthony Bourdain
  • Friday Night Lights by HG Bissinger

Who is this?

It's me, Rehan. Male. 29. Brown, overweight. Mechanical Engineering degree. Pittsburgh sports fan. Married to Maria, father of Asim. Project manager for an engineering consulting firm. Finally to the point where I really enjoy my job. Regular bike rider.

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