H o m e . A r c h i v e s . U p d a t e s . E x i t

 

03.13.01

T minus one and counting. It's about forty-eight hours until I am utterly pitifully jobless. I'm tired of whining about this. The dearest people who know me, know that one of my true gifts is whining. Hey, I'm good at it. But, I am even beyond that at this point. I never knew what was on the other side of the chalk-drawn line, but I know now-a somber existence of some inner peace accepting the fact that sometimes sh*t just happens.

But today was going to be different. I could feel it.

It was slightly warmer out today-more than seasonal. Traffic opened up for the bus I was riding alike Moses crossing the Red Sea. The place where I usually get my coffee and bagel in the morning was awesomely swift delivering me the goods before I could crack a smile. The elevator arrived before my finger touched the call button. And as I reached for the phone to place follow-up calls, it started ringing before my hand touched the receiver.

It was a recruiter (not the one I talked to last time). I had just spoken to her a few days prior who previously had told me that the position I had interviewed for was misconstrued due to budget allocations. (This is confusing, but this was a different recruiter than the one previously representing a newspaper company-that other one suffered from the greed factor.)

Anyhow, when this recruiter and I last spoke, she stated she had some good news, and some bad news.

I pondered why she called this time. "Peter how are you?" she asked, "I have some good news, and…." Pausing for about a thousand years, I thought I was going to pee in my pants, "…and…I have some good news. The employer called us up again, and noted that he must have you on this project…" The one condition is that I would have to start the new assignment in less than 24 hours. I talked it over with Esgee and seeing how tomorrow was going to be my last day, we were able to work it out.

Holy moly, I was going to Wall Street. I am going to work for a well-known bank located right on Wall Street. Ironically, this is the same bank that denied me my first credit card when I started in this field, but we won't get into that here. :)

Wo. I guess I get to keep my super powers after all.

 

This just in-the other recruiter suffering from the greed factor called me again and left me messages all weekend. When I finally called her back on Monday, she said that the client wanted to lower the pay rate once again. Of course, to emphasize points with the sole purpose to play on my insecurities, she had to remind me, again, that the economy was slowing and this position offered security, and I was soon going to be unemployed…I politely stated that I wasn't interested.

 

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