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Wednesday, Well, that was well and truly weird Looking for work can be a very, very strange experience at times. You may remember me mentioning a few weeks ago that Thunder recommended me to a nice headhunting agency, yes? In my regular round of nagging phone calls, I was talking to one of the recruiters this afternoon when he mentioned a web designing/programming job that I might be suitable for. His proposed plan was to call the client back and have me sit in on the conversation as a consultant, to see if I wanted it myself or not. Fine, I think. So we called up the client and had a conference call about the job, the required expertise, et al. The client struck me as someone who wasn't quite sure what he wanted, but wanted it done quickly and cheaply in any case, which is perfectly reasonable. So we talked about modular programming bits and what would need to be done in order to get this sort of thing set up quickly, and he actually complemented the recruiter on finding a consultant who obviously knew what he wanted. At that point, the recruiter (hoping to make me look good) suggested that I describe my previous experience. So I told the recruiter about my work at TBS. Big, big mistake. I swear, the temperature dropped about 20 degrees over the phone as the client started bitching about how TBS used to be one of their customers, and what screwed up business decisions they've made recently and how it's all due to those screwed-up Swedes, "although I don't hold any of it against you," he said coldly. Why, thank you, I thought, how nice of you to feel that way -- now come over to my house and experience first-hand how badly TBS screwed up my life. The client finally decided in the most halfhearted manner that yeah, he'd look at my resume, and hung up. The recruiter said, "I don't believe I just had that conversation -- man, he loved you right up until the point you mentioned TBS. I could hear you steaming on the other end of the phone -- jeez, Mel, I'm sorry I even brought it up!" Needless to say, I don't think I'll be getting this position (and to be perfectly honest, I don't think it's going to become a reality until the client figures out what exactly he wants from this site. I suspect what he really wants is a web developer, but doesn't want to pay for one). But talk about an conversation stopper. . .
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