Angry Rant Part Tres

Being that I'm newly unemployed, I've been going on sites like Monster to find me a job that I could actually be decent at.

I found a posting that I found interesting applied. Recruiter called me a week ago and told me that the CEO would love to interview for this position.

We set a time and date for today and me trying to be a responsible adult show up at the facility fifteen minutes early.

I stand there at the facility and as usual.. just like my last interview.. there's no one at the front desk. Keep in mind it's 9am in the morning.

Then some bumbling idiot walks out of nowhere and asks why I'm here.

me: Well.. I'm here for an interview. XXX asked that I come to this facility.

The idiot acknowledges my presence and goes into back.

Then, another guy comes in and tells me the CEO forgot about the interview and went to another facility and asked if I could drive over there to meet him.

I should have just said, "ok" and then driven to a drive-thru to pick up some chicken nuggets..

But, I'm a big pussy and I agree to go.

I go inside and it's like a ramshackle set up. And once again.. I sit and wait there for thirty minutes. I'm at my wits end now and I'm wondering if I should just walk out.

The guy finally pops out of his office and then asks that I follow him.


Mr. CEO tries to ask me questions and are unrelated to the job description. He begins to go on a tangent about certain issues and then I begin to realize that he has no idea what's going on.


Mr. CEO: So, I'll be frank with you. I thought you had xxx experience.

Me: Well, I don't. Frankly, I based it off of the job posting that your HR manager posted on Monster and I'm going off of that.

Mr. CEO: ....

I shake his hands and I walk out.


This is the second time that this happened.. I'm wondering I'm setting a trend here.

Back to the drawing board I guess...

Looking for work and wondering about ghosts...

So I gave my boss that I'd be leaving shortly. He was pretty stressed and I felt bad. He's always had the most utmost respect for me. It was kind of painful to let him know this way.

For those that wonder, I have two bosses. One is an ass hat (He's the one that asked that I come in on the weekends a few journals ago). The other, is a nice overall guy.

Obviously, he didn't like the news, but he was pretty politically correct about it.


I've been looking around for jobs and I was able to get a call back from a recruiter that has a direct interview with the CEO of the company. I'm assuming it's not that big of a company, but hell.. with this economy, I'll take what I can get.


And topic of ghosts came about. I thought I'd share this with my readers. (Thank you for following and reading. I really appreciate it. I feel like I'm wanted in a way ^^)

When I was eight or nine years old. I had this weird and very scary incident late at night between Saturday and Sunday. Back then, I would play video games late into the night. At that time, i was playing Secret of Mana. I was hooked. I could literally plop my ass down and just stare at the screen for hours.

I thought I'd draw some pictures.  It was meant to be taken seriously, but I think I'm going to ruin it with my horrible MS paint drawings.

So on Saturday/Sunday morning.. it was around 3am. 

I started sensing something.  I felt some weird presence.  The hairs on my neck stood up and in all honesty, I knew someone was there.  Just to preface, it was me and my mother.  I knew that my mom was already in bed in her room and my brother was up north in college at the time.  I couldn't help but turn around. And right in front of my face was a gentleman in an old brown suit, brown slacks and dusty brown shoes.  He was probably in his late sixties with an unshaven pepper beard and gray hair.  The guy was literally three feet away from me.

I couldn't tell if he was looking at me or at something else, because the dude had no eyeballs. NO FREAKING EYEBALLS.  I first thought I was hallucinating, but it was surreal.  What made it more awkward was the fact that he was solid.  He wasn't transparent like you hear from other stories.  The dude was solid. 


So here I am staring at this guy for what felt like an eternity, but realistically I have to say I was looking at him for at least 15 minutes.  I just couldn't look away.  In my head, I was screaming at myself to turn around turn around and soon enough I turned back to the game and just played.  All that time I was playing, I knew he was still standing there.  Six o'clock rolled around and I noticed the sun start to rise.  I turned around and noticed that he was gone and rushed into my bedroom.. praying.  I freaking prayed that this guy wouldn't bother me.  

In short, I've never seen the guy again.  I did hear footsteps in the cellar which I found to be very odd and occasional door closing and opening. 

Any of you guys have some sort of experience with ghosts?

Nujabes makes me relaaax....

It's been yet another short weekend.  I've been looking at job postings for the past weekend.  Apologize for the delayed posts, but fuggit about it.. 


Thanks for all your posts.  Yeah, I'm really looking forward to the next couple of weeks.  I think it's the cleaning lady as well.  We'll just call her Lupita.  I'm thinking about writing her a "Dear John" letter.  I think it'll go something like this:

"Dear Lupita,


Thank you so much for the sentiments(I don't think she'll understand what sentiment means)...I mean for you caring and taking the time out of your busy hectic schedule and cleaning my office first. 

I really like the fact that you leave all these little trinkets, candy....I mean mexican candies (LUCAS).  And I like to note.. the Virgin de Guadalupe candle was really touching.  I like how you purposely try and talk to me in your broken English even when you notice me packing up my laptop away and putting my headset on it's charger.  I love the banter we had.  Especially our little quips with you asking me, "BASURA?" and then proceeding to point at my shoes and my dress shirts.  I love how you laugh at your own jokes and then gingerly sniff my jackets/coats right in front of my face and giving me the, "I'm looking sexy at you" look.

Your smile is so priceless.  You always seem to gingerly place a butterscotch where your front tooth should be. It's subtle yet intriguing.

Your butterscotch smile.  I can't help but not eat them anymore.  In honor of you, of course.

Alas(Too hard to understand) Unfortunately...I think it's time for us to close this chapter.  You're too good for me.  You have children and I just broke up with my ex not too long ago.  The maturity level is just skewed bad.  I'm too inexperienced not good for you.  I think we should move on with our lives.  I probably won't be here for long and I know the only way you get a hold of me is in person or on my desk line.


Let's just cherish the moments we've had and look forward to a brighter future.


Love,

Mr. Smith