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it takes its toll to play the happy prole

by mg at 07:38 PM on November 28, 2001

A couple weeks ago I mentioned I had a job interview, my first in months. At the time I said I wouldn’t mention it again unless I got the job. Reporting the daily failures of my personal life is one thing, but reporting the demise of my professional life certainly gets a little depressing after a while.

Well, when I said I wouldn’t mention it again unless I actually rejoined the ranks of the proletariat I lied. I do that sometimes, get used to it. No, I take that back, I didn’t lie. I haven’t not gotten the job, I’ve just haven’t gotten the job (that makes sense, really).

Today, I went in for my second interview. The person I interview with today just recently got out of the hospital and is still recovering so we did the interview from her apartment. Even though I’m a former dot.com asshole, a strange community entirely devoid of ties, and from whence the term word-day casual was born, I still wear a suit to job interviews no matter where what.

When I was looking for a job last year, right before I’d graduated, every interview I went on involved me in a suit and my interviewer in jeans and a t-shirt. Almost every single one of them told me I didn’t have to wear a suit, but I’m sure if I showed up in a ripped Megadeth t-shirt I wouldn’t have been hired anywhere (which wouldn’t have been a bad thing since my fall back plan was to go straight into grad school, and I’d be graduating just a couple months from now, to just as crappy an economy, but at least I’d be a Masters of something (besides my own domain, and this website, which also has its own domain (name)).

The question is, did I need to wear a suit if I was going to get grilled in someone’s living room? I spent about 45 minutes trying to decide what to wear realized I was running way late, so didn’t get the chance to get online and put up a little post asking everyone to send a little positive mojo my way.

I didn’t need it, though. Here comes the kiss of death, but I think things went very well. I’m supposed to go in again next week for a second round of interviewing. This time, I’ll pick my outfit (and matching accessories) well in advance so I’ve got plenty of time to blog before I go.

Or, maybe I wont. Things went so well this time keeping you in the dark, perhaps its been you people all along who’ve brought me bad luck, and not the stupid economy, the destruction of the my industry, or my complete lack of marketable skills. Yeah. That’s it.

comments (6)

oh sure, blame US, your loyal fans who keep you company and give you a purpose, you you you layabout, you! oh wait - i'm a layabout too.

well, break a leg and all that. i know you'll get it because you're a very talented young man.

by bornfamous at November 28, 2001 8:28 PM


yeah, it's all our fault.

by kd at November 28, 2001 9:51 PM


"Michael, it was a pleasure speaking with you today. Thank you for understanding about this living room interview. I'd love for you to come back again next week so we can assess your skills... your oral skills... I mean, verbal skills."

by Tom at November 29, 2001 9:01 AM


I figure it's at least partially my fault - I got the last tech job available in North America before the entire economy turned into a pumpkin. Apologies to mg and all others who have been seeking a job since then.

by Antwon at November 29, 2001 3:45 PM


When I went to interview for my job, the security flunkies at the building didn't get the message, I had erroneous contact numbers - so I couldn't get in for my own interview. But luckily my manager is cool - she agreed to interview me as I drove her to DFW airport - and continuing at the Canada Air gate. So you never know, sometimes the nontraditional helps you stand out.

by Charles at November 29, 2001 7:09 PM


You got it, I feel it. Welcome to the seven day work week my friend! Hugs!!!

by Pristine at November 29, 2001 8:22 PM