I interviewed for a shop in Ottawa.
I was working at the time, but it was declining situation so I was Motivated.
So I show up a the appointed time, and I meet a guy who can best be described as ‘a little grizzled’ and ‘a little stressed’. We go over my resume, first off the bat.
“These are the things we need from you,” he said, tapping items on a list. “And these are places you suck,” he said, tapping the same list.
I basically checked out at that point; there was no way I was suitable for this post. I could learn it, but it was a lot. And while I had a lot of other skills that showed up on the job desc and my CV, missing so many important pieces was insurmountable. It wasn’t a super-fun experience no matter how interesting he was - he was a great lead hand - and I left without much fanfare. Great rambling talk about all kinds of things, but it’s the worst I’ve ever flamed out in an interview; and the fastest.
Imagine my surprise when he 'strong-hire’d me. I actually said to the recruiter, “Yeah, you’ve got it wrong. No no, and it’s totally okay, but you’re off by one or something. You mean to call the name above mine or the name below mine, and that guy is probably gonna love this job. But you don’t mean to call me. No stress, all good, but yeah, I’m not the guy you wanted to call.”
It was a great job and that guy was my lead. Brutal honestly is fabulous if you can take it.
My mother’s fucking feral cat.
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Yeah, it flipped out about 5 min before this pic and the hand is all bite-marks. Yeah, I’ve had cats all my life; even pure siamese cats, with nary a worry. We went directly to the A&E from there, and a quick few hours later got some “lift off and nuke it from orbit” kind of antibiotics and antiprotozoans; and while I was aggressively ill for about a day from the meds to save my ballooning hand from the bone-deep punctures laden with bacteria and protozoa, I’m all good now but for the permanent scars to my hand, wrists and soul.
Fucking cat. And I love cats, but that fucking cat.