"O Monkey"... that' s what Paul Getzel would say in a moment of frustration in which our primitive natures prove us to be fools. It never really caught on, even for him, but I thought it was apropos for today.I had a job interview today. It was retarded. I was over-qualified and my interviewers were all younger than me. The company I applied to asserts that it's condusive for artists looking for supplemental income. They call these people "other-agenda employees". They do not, however, offer the flexibility that actors' need. I guess we're not artists. Or something.
There were two memorable moments. The first was when the 23-year-old sitting across from me asked me, "What do you feel your greatest weakness is?". I replied, "my greatest weakness is telling people I just met what my greatest weakness is". He sort of got it. I really have no idea what the fuck that question is supposed to give you. It normally just makes your the person squirm and think of clever ways to get around it. Oooh, what a great skill to show: diversion!
My second favorite moment was when I asked my third interviewer how much does one make at her company. She told me that is a question I have to take up with someone else, and that she'll put me in touch with him. Soon after that we realized that this position was not a good fit for me, and that I'd "more than likely will possibly not be considered at this time for this opportunity". With those words I started to collect my things to leave and she asked me "would you still like to speak with (the guy) about salary?" After the brief lightening flash of what the hell?, I asked her "didn't we just agree this is not a good fit?". She replied with the ever obtuse, "more than likely, yes". I responded with a simple "no".
I don't think these people liked me very much.
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