Now I have taken work home and have to follow up with a candidate on my off-hours… and of course, this has to be with the client i am on track to make mad commission off of.
Please, week, just end.
Ugh. I keep getting fucked right in the ass… mostly by myself. And the fact that I am doing the work of 2 recruiters because we are so severely understaffed. I just can’t juggle this well and things get dropped. Unfortunately for me, this time, it’s been one of our best clients. God. Today was NOT a good day at work.
When will this week be over?
Fuckin’ hell.
Backstory: My company staffs general office support positions mostly. We do administrative assistants, executive assistants, HR folks, accountants, etc. We don’t do any labor or customer service positions, really. Once a year, though, we staff Colorado’s only horse racing track. This is a whole ‘nother animal. I sit around all day, doing 10 minute interviews with guys with big, bushy beards, guys missing teeth, country boys, dudes with guns holstered on their hip, and the like.
Well, the most normal guy of the group comes around and thrills me. Just a nice guy who had a bad break. Not even a negative word in his interview. I was thrilled to send him to the HR manager at the track. She loves him, too, and they slot him in to start.
We get a call today from our HR contact informing us that they want this guy pulled—that he got in a couple employee’s faces and screamed at them over the mishandling of some paperwork. A little unusual, but nothing we can’t handle. We call him and very politely inform him that he should not return (he’s only worked 2 days, mind you).
We get a furious call back informing us that they tried to kill him and that another one of our employees out there is a member of the CIA (which is funny, ‘cause the guy is the FARTHEST from a CIA agent you can get—missing teeth, good ol’ boy, jolly guy) and is going to come to his house to kill him. He threatens to sue us, sue the track, and get all of us shut down forever. We basically tell him to try to settle down, that we need to just move on, and not to contact the track.
What does this doucher do? Proceeds to call the track 5 times and cuss them out, leave them threatening voicemails, and again, threaten to shut them down.
Of course I had to be the one to place this douchebag. Not that I’m TOO worried. But honestly… isn’t this how office buildings get shot up? Is this how it starts? By giving a seemingly good guy a break? My boss is freaked out, but she overreacts. I’m not scared. What’s the worst that could happen? A shot to the head? A shot to the spine so that I can end up like rapper Drake/Jimmy in Degrassi and become paralyzed and then learn to walk again and go on to become a platinum selling artist? Yeah. Come at me, bro! Brizzy all up in this thing!
Coupled with the fact that I had a client call me this afternoon to get mad at me over something that, honestly, I did fuck up… I’m ready for a vodka and club soda, m’kay?
Just learned this morning that, due to the Boston bombings/9-11 hijackers, anytime Katie leaves the country on her working visa, she has to be subject to “special questioning” on return (ie: interrogation). That’s some supz cray bullsh, y’all… especially when I am trying to convince her to come to Iceland with me.
Fuckin’ love Randy Newman.
I just fucking rained all over this goddamn resume. Shit looks excellent now. Formatted, clear, concise, relevant experience right at the top… bulleted the fuck outta that.
Going after that direct hire commish. Ballin’ hard in the gray pant suit today, bitch.
Arguing with some dumb biatch on Facebook about gay adoption rights. Now, normally I wouldn’t call somebody who disagrees with me stupid, but this woman is truly, utterly stupid. She is void of all logic and reason.
I just researched and talked about bison slaughter methods to Katie for the past 15 minutes or so as we both lay here in bed. True romantic.
Those boots I wanted? The ones I couldn’t justify even though they were originally 450 and were on sale for 349? Yeah. Bitches just went on sale for 234 at Neiman Marcus. Ohhhhhh shit. Snatched them up like a couple of deep fried twinkies at the county fair.
I just bit into a banana with a cockroach carcass inside of it. No joke. You may not be able to tell from the shitty iPhone picture, but this guy? This guy right here? Yeah. This guy started her morning by crunching into a banana. That is a hollow shell of a cockroach.
Bananas are forever ruined
LL Cool J Drinking Game
Everytime he licks his lips, take a drink.
2 minutes in… drnk as fck!
Fuckin’ need this new pair of Frye boots. They’re on sale… 350 down from 498. I have been coveting them since Thanksgiving. Shit. If only I weren’t such a stingy frugal Ebenezer Scrooge son of a bitch.
Fiscal responsibility. It is a thing. It is a thing that can suck a dick.
Me and Katie saw two geese. laying down asleep INSIDE a frozen pond the other day. She said, “Those geese are dead!” and I said, “No! They’re just sleeping.” But the lake was frozen all around them and there was snow covering their backs… even though it hadn’t snowed since the night before. Those geese were dead.
(via wellsuckmesideways)
Source: sexxxygeese
My boss is driving me nuts today. The other recruiter is out again (why she hasn’t been fired is ANYONE’S guess) so Pam keeps passing off the normal stuff she passes off to me and then all of the stuff she passes off to Sandy as well. On top of that, I ran payroll today. Every time I walk back to ask her a question, she’s talking to her daughter on the phone or showing Sam something on Facebook.
This is crazy. She is so checked out. I overheard her taking a call from a candidate who showed up for an interview at a CPA firm (a very big, nice CPA firm, mind you) and the client didn’t even know who this poor gal was. Pam had to call the client and apologize to them for not ever confirming the appointment time. That’s completely unacceptable. The number one reason companies lose loyalty among clients is because clients feel like the company doesn’t care about them anymore.
On top of that, she put me in charge of the website and me and Jenna had a good thing going… then she stepped in and basically asked Jenna to do an EXACT REPLICA of our site from 1997. Jesus Christ in heaven.
I don’t make enough money for this.
Okay. So the concrete sidewalks in me and Katie’s part of town are a little less than desirable what with their jutting out at weird angles and popping up out of nowhere to bite at your toes and ankles. Usually, I’m pretty adept at maneuvering around them, but goddamn everything to hell if I didn’t eat shit this weekend.
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