it's a no
Some days I feel like it's crazy that people don't want to hire me. It's me. It's fuckin' me. My mama always told me I was special, and I had the audacity to believe her and can't they see it?
Other days I feel like, well, obviously they don't want to hire me. It's me. My career went into the shitter and my resume reflects that. I never stay anywhere longer than two years. I don't have a lot of marketable skills. I'm old for IT. I'm a miserable contrarian.
Now it's like I thought I aced the interview, but now I see, I was probably able to ace this interview because they already had somebody better and so it was low pressure; we talked to X, and we like X a lot, but let's just talk to this old guy to see if he's super-special. No? Moving on.
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