After I got this gig, I decided not to tell the one staffing agency in which I had applied. I was just curious how long it would take before any other job offers came up from them.
So THREE weeks after my disasterous, puke-contained (thankfully), non-professional, non-polished job interview (where the interviewer spent the whole time telling me about the job's hours/benefits/dress code and complaining about the workmanship of the new carpeting they had just had installed and asked me absolutely NO questions in which I could attempt to dazzle him or even PRETEND to be professional/polished--as if it were an ORIENTATION and not an interview!), and just shy of three weeks after I accepted the first freakin' offer around, I got a phone call from that staffing agency asking my interest in a different job.
THREE WEEKS. And that's for simple admin/office-type work.
Dave--seriously. The job market SUCKS, dude.
Now you know.
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They're closin' down the textile mill 'cross the railroad tracks. Foreman says "these jobs are goin boys, and they ain't comin' back...to your hometown."
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Last night me and Carrie, we laid in bed, talkin' 'bout gettin' out. Packin' up, our bags maybe headin' south. We're 35, we got a boy of our own now... last night I sat 'im up, behind the wheel, I said "son take a good look around... this is your hometown."
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