Ram
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Yesterday, I called the HR personnel of a local hospital -- his name was John, according to the newspaper advertisement -- for a pharmacy technician job. Long story short: turned out he wasn't looking for any pharmacy technicians; the address he gave me was no where near the hospital and his office had nothing to do with that institution – and Cecilia, not John, was a recruiter.
When I called, Cecilia answered the phone but I thought she was John because I did clearly state I wanted to speak to John but she just carried on. So I assumed John was, you know, a little effeminate with a slight estrogen problem – wrong assumption number 1. She gave me the address – somewhere in the city – and I did remind her that I called to apply for a job in the hospital. She told me she “works” for the hospital, and their offices are scattered all over the place like -- and I quote her -- “bees… you know… honey combs… colonies.” Alright, that makes sense. John works in some other office supporting the hospital just not in the hospital, has a thing for bees and is a little crazy -- wrong assumption number 2 (except for the crazy part).
Turned out, there was no John. Cecilia was John, and she was expecting me. I asked for John, and she said there was no such person. So why did she use John instead of Cecilia? I don't get it.
Boy, Cecilia kissed my ass during the interview way better than some of you Jubbers when you post about the moderators. I had zero working experience or credible computer skills, but according to her, I was “the employee all employers are fighting to get.” Yup. “Your resume is so good; you should write resumes for a living!” Her words, not mine. The entire interview was two hours of supremely good ego-blowjob. Cecilia, you ego whore.
And then, it just ended like that. After filling up a form, she said I can go.
... 2 hours of complete surreality.
Who the fuck is John?
When I called, Cecilia answered the phone but I thought she was John because I did clearly state I wanted to speak to John but she just carried on. So I assumed John was, you know, a little effeminate with a slight estrogen problem – wrong assumption number 1. She gave me the address – somewhere in the city – and I did remind her that I called to apply for a job in the hospital. She told me she “works” for the hospital, and their offices are scattered all over the place like -- and I quote her -- “bees… you know… honey combs… colonies.” Alright, that makes sense. John works in some other office supporting the hospital just not in the hospital, has a thing for bees and is a little crazy -- wrong assumption number 2 (except for the crazy part).
Turned out, there was no John. Cecilia was John, and she was expecting me. I asked for John, and she said there was no such person. So why did she use John instead of Cecilia? I don't get it.
Boy, Cecilia kissed my ass during the interview way better than some of you Jubbers when you post about the moderators. I had zero working experience or credible computer skills, but according to her, I was “the employee all employers are fighting to get.” Yup. “Your resume is so good; you should write resumes for a living!” Her words, not mine. The entire interview was two hours of supremely good ego-blowjob. Cecilia, you ego whore.
And then, it just ended like that. After filling up a form, she said I can go.
... 2 hours of complete surreality.
Who the fuck is John?


