Days go fast, in the "blink or you'll miss it" mode. Weeks, next thing you know, are over. People excite themselves over the weekend. Myself? It's just another day.
The "process" (such as it is) to land somewhere else is not a swift one, so each day only yields so much news. It might be also described as a "trickle" and all the applying in the world to jobs that actually fit whatever one might call a skill set...you wait.
One of those currently in play is, believe it or not, a job with the city's library department. My background fit much of what they are looking for, and I was pleased to hear I've made what I thought was "the cut."
This "cut" occurred at, of all places, a fire department training center. I reiterated that I was not trying to be a fire fighter, but go I went...and before I knew it, I was in a cattle call. Some were dressed to the 9's, some in what we call "The Summer of George." But once inside, I sat down and took what can best be described as an "adult SAT test." Just before I began, I was told that the large group I was in were all there for that job.
40 people can do this job? The guy in line who said he used to work for LA Metro trains and now "works for his dad, outside" - he can do it? The lady who said "I just go for everything now" - her too? Was there any cut at all?
I left more confused than ever, and wondered...just what is the threshold? Damned if I ever know. HR departments are no help: it all "went great" and "we'll be in touch." I hang up the phone, I reply with another thank you and...well, how do you tell someone you can only waste away the day watching old After School Specials until the bills are due?
