Remember that job you applied for 6 months ago and we never contacted you to tell you anything about the application or process?
Weeeeeeell, you’re on the list for a PT assistant job. Do you want to be interviewed?
(Well maybe if I didn’t flee the state for another job opportunity because you left me fucking HANGING)
Down; Many more to go!!
It wasn’t bad. I had fun. Things got a little out of control, but that’s perfect. I can’t wait to do it again!
I was super nervous all day; still working on vocals and getting anxious. Buuuut I would have regretted it more if I didn’t do it. I did it! We did it all together! I wonder if anyone has pictures?
Everyone was super cool and supportive. Hopefully this means more shows in the future; living in Omaha right now and having this outlet is something I am so grateful for. Hurray!
After a gentle prodding email regarding the status of my application:
We haven’t made a final selection. At this time we are interviewing the 3 candidates that scored the highest.
However, I want to let you know there will be another position opening up soon.
Not so bad. At least it was a cushioned fall. I appreciate her tact.
But still. No new prospects on the horizon. That was the last active app. Let’s see how long it takes me to subject myself to all that rejection. I might wait til next year.
Or. Fuck it. Imma join the Peace Corps.
…trying to use willpower to overcome the apathetic sort of sadness that accompanies depression is like a person with no arms trying to punch themselves until their hands grow back.
Allie Brosh of Hyperbole and a Half
Your placement scores for Librarian I are as follows:
Rank: 9 out of 11
I’m sorry, what? Run that by me again? Did a LIBRARIAN score these tests or did a fucking HR “find-a-word” machine?!
I’ve never scored below an 80% on anything in my life EVER. I finished grad school with a 3.85 GPA! Now for some city to tell me I’m third to DEAD LAST?! I want to see this test. I want to see their answer key. I busted my ass on those essays for three fucking weeks; using source citations, work I completed for my MLS, and references to dozens of library publications.
This is outrageous. Even more outrageous than when I got a 93% on an HR test and that still didn’t get me on “the list”.
Just goes to show you, no matter how hard you try, you will never know what’s going on behind the scenes. Nothing can give you an edge over the unknown.
Another day of waking up more tired than usual, so we’ll go for a quick question today. When you get ready in the morning, do you like to listen to music, or does silence seem more fitting for the early hour?
Sometimes I listen to music if I…
It takes me less time to get ready and get out the door than it does to pick an album or even listen to a song (10 min tops). So I usually blast through the morning with just the white noise in my head. But, when I get to work, I listen to something completely abrasive and generally considered terrifying. This keeps people out of my office and away from me for the first 4 hours of the day. Lately: Swans, Coughs, Talk Normal, Broadcast and the Focus Group, and early (painful) Xiu Xiu. And I never wear headphones. O, and I’m in the direct path to our break room. So every one who wants breakfast or coffee has to subject themselves to it.
My Boss (looking at my coworker): OH GOOD MORNING (COWORKER), HOW WAS YOUR WEEKEND, HOW ARE THINGS GOING?!
My Boss (notices me sitting next to her): Oh. Hello. (walks away)
I’ve been trying to get the library to listen to my Book Bike Mobile idea since I started. At first they were all “uhh no liability, money, blah blah”. Then I showed them that a neighboring library did it without and problems and now they’re all “huh? what? you said that? well get it on paper…
Talk to Sarah at Omaha Bike Co. — she can give you excellent suggestions of what kind of bike you’ll need and how much it will cost. She loves these kind of projects.
Omaha Bike Co. built the bike for Omaha Public Library. And sadly, this is for Council Bluffs, and they don’t want to mix this side of the river with the “other side” of the river. They won’t even let me do programs in Omaha. Luckily, there is a bike shop NEXT DOOR to the library, so I’m planning to hit them up instead. But, again, this is just an exercise in futility.