Loserville
Well, in case any of you out there were wondering, gee, I wonder if Elizabeth's really a loser? I can answer your question!
Yes! She is!
Today whilst working my boss walks in, shuts the door, and informs me it's not working out. She was clearly upset, said everyone loved me, she loved me, but that the firm is restructuring and it wasn't me. She was very clear and adamant that it wasn't me.
Here's the thing: yes it was me. How can it not be me? I told her that. I said, You knew I didn't have criminal law experience and yet you were still willing to hire me. She apologized, said again that it wasn't my performance, or me at all - it was something they had just decided on (she and the other two partners) and had to do with the immediate plans they had for the firm. So there you have it. She handed me a check paid through tomorrow and I got the hell out of there before I started blubbering and making an ass out of myself.
Here's another thing: this was the first job in which I was happy. I was happy.
I can't even continue typing about it. Too upset.
Fuck everything. Goddamnit!
And can I just add that I was right about this? I said it was too good to be true and it was.
Here's something odd, too. I sent a resume in to Really Cool Place in Hollywood for a paralegal position about a month ago (it's entertainment law). They called me Monday, and I meant to call them and tell them that I already had a job, but I just never did it. They called again today and left a message. So I scheduled an interview with them for tomorrow. It would actually be an interesting job, I think. Hey! Maybe they'll offer me a job, order me some business cards, and then can me two weeks later, because that's really fun!
Well, I shall get really drunk now. Talked to my dad earlier and completely unloaded on him. Poor Dad. Anyway, he said he needed to think (this is so my dad) and that he'd talk to Mom and they'd call me back later tonight. I told him that I was hereby submitting a disclosure that I will be very drunk by the time they call back, and therefore cannot be held responsible for any of the incoherent verbal diarrhea that may trickle from my mouth.
Yes! She is!
Today whilst working my boss walks in, shuts the door, and informs me it's not working out. She was clearly upset, said everyone loved me, she loved me, but that the firm is restructuring and it wasn't me. She was very clear and adamant that it wasn't me.
Here's the thing: yes it was me. How can it not be me? I told her that. I said, You knew I didn't have criminal law experience and yet you were still willing to hire me. She apologized, said again that it wasn't my performance, or me at all - it was something they had just decided on (she and the other two partners) and had to do with the immediate plans they had for the firm. So there you have it. She handed me a check paid through tomorrow and I got the hell out of there before I started blubbering and making an ass out of myself.
Here's another thing: this was the first job in which I was happy. I was happy.
I can't even continue typing about it. Too upset.
Fuck everything. Goddamnit!
And can I just add that I was right about this? I said it was too good to be true and it was.
Here's something odd, too. I sent a resume in to Really Cool Place in Hollywood for a paralegal position about a month ago (it's entertainment law). They called me Monday, and I meant to call them and tell them that I already had a job, but I just never did it. They called again today and left a message. So I scheduled an interview with them for tomorrow. It would actually be an interesting job, I think. Hey! Maybe they'll offer me a job, order me some business cards, and then can me two weeks later, because that's really fun!
Well, I shall get really drunk now. Talked to my dad earlier and completely unloaded on him. Poor Dad. Anyway, he said he needed to think (this is so my dad) and that he'd talk to Mom and they'd call me back later tonight. I told him that I was hereby submitting a disclosure that I will be very drunk by the time they call back, and therefore cannot be held responsible for any of the incoherent verbal diarrhea that may trickle from my mouth.
4 Comments:
Well...fuck. Sorry Elizabeth. It doesn't mean you are a loser, it just means you are suppose to do something else.
Take care, drink wine.
Sublime
aw, i'm sorry. hang in there...
damn, ass, shit, ho, son of a bastard, bitch, asshat, suckballs!
I'know I'm a little late to the party, so I thought I would catch up. I'm sorry to hear about your job, but hopefully something else will work out for you soon.
I too am currently drudging through the want ad's. I wish I had some positive advice to offer, but well, I've had no luck so far.
My last interview I thought I nailed, and they told me I didn't ask enough questions. I mean really?!? It was my second interview, and I had a friend that worked there (which they knew about) I would think that all my questions had been answered by then! BASTARDS all of them!
So if you have any interviews coming up, make sure you asked pointed and direct questions!
Did I mention that you guys are wonderful? Well, if I haven't, now you know :-)
And Timothy, ditto on damn, ass, shit, ho, son of a bastard, bitch, asshat, suckballs!
As it turns out, I did get a new job pretty fast - we'll see how long this one lasts...geez I'm already so jaded!
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