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Friday, Okay, maybe I was wrong Um. The recruiter called back and said the company wanted to do a phone screen with me at 4:00 pm, would that be okay? Like I'm going to say no. So the hiring manager called at four, checked that I knew this was going to be strictly tech writing, no real website or graphics involvement unless everything kacked up at the 11th hour and we needed to do the manual production ourselves, asked about my background, seemed satisfied that I knew the difference between vector and bitmap graphics, and scheduled me for a face-to-face on Tuesday. The project itself starts on Wednesday. And the recruiter said I'm the only person to be offered an interview (to her knowledge -- apparently someone else with another recruiter was put up for the job, but my recruiter said that I had an edge because I'm perky and normal. Ooookay). And it's in Richardson. And the money will be comparable to TBS. And the contract will run through the end of November, with some vague talk from the recruiter about contract-to-hire. Like I care about contract-to-hire at this point -- all I want them to do is hire me, full stop. I'll name a daughter after their company if they give me a job (although people will probably wonder why my daughter has a long pseudoGreek name). Um. I'm torn between hoping (which has always crashed and burned before -- see the Big Entertainment Company job. I never did tell you what happened with that, did I? It turns out that the company had gotten three great resumes the very day I sent back the revised resume, and didn't want to see any other people. Talk about a pisser) and assuming that they'll laugh in my face the moment I walk through the door (reverse psychology and a sop to Fate, dontchaknow). In any case, I'll be spending the weekend primping my tech writing portfolio and generating gallons of stomach acid. Such fun, this "looking for a job" dodge. . . At least there's one moderately cheerful thing on the horizon -- I finished "A Conversation Among the Supreme Being" and submitted it raw and bleeding to FutureClassics. I fully expect this thing to be eviscerated like an earthworm in a freshman Biology class, which is fine with me -- right now, I need cooler heads to read through my stuff and tell me what it means.
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