Dear diary,
I don’t care if I get this temp gig from hell! When nervous, my speech pattern gets too fast. Blah!
So yesterday the first recruiter call and because my hearing is poor and because the phone reception is poor, I couldn’t quite understand WTF she said. Then the second recruiter called and wished me good luck on the phone interview. He said that he would send me an email detailing the interview, which is the normal email protocol. But he failed to send me the contact information detailing who is calling and from what phone number.
It turns out that the phone number came from New Jersey! WTF! Had I NOT intercepted this phone call, I would NOT have had the opportunity to answer the god-damned phone call. But there appears to be other candidates. I don’t care. Let them have it. Phooey!
See? That is how ‘they’ coordinate their attack, err, network with each other. Each recruiter has its own territory. And within each territory, there exists thugs. Each thugs play tag, meaning each opportunity counts towards their ‘quota’. I was prepared for a FaceTime conversation but this was a regular phone call. I was wearing my Trump cat shirt, by the way.
So now my daddy and I will get ready and pray and later visit my mommy. I don’t care! Phooey! I am finished. Blah! No!
Sincerely,
Flynn B pissed off.
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