My interview.
Jun. 18th, 2003 02:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Short analysis of what happened today.
Snipping the bus rides, I get there and find out that despite having applied on-line, they want me to fill out an application. This poses a small problem, since I left my "cheat sheet" at home.. the one that has all my previous job, residence, and reference information on it. I fill it out as best I can, and go in for the interview.
Anybody want to help be burn Sentinel Security Systems to the ground? They never sent in my guard card application last year. I spent the money to get that thing, and they dropped yet another ball. So if I get a job here, I'll need to come up with $107 for a new card.
Turns out that they don't have any dispatcher jobs available, but were interested in seeing me about guard positions. This annoyed me a bit. I didn't check the guard boxes on the application for a damned good reason. So I explained the medical situation. I cannot spend eight hours a day outside! I will get sick, and that will lead to me having another bloody seizure. With this in mind, the options narrowed a great deal. Many of their sites require driving on city streets, which I can't do (having seized in the last three months.)
So, she's holding my application for a dispatch job or a site that meets my needs. I get the feeling that they really want to hire me, but we just need to make my four-dimensional peg fit in their three-dimensional hole.
Snipping the bus rides, I get there and find out that despite having applied on-line, they want me to fill out an application. This poses a small problem, since I left my "cheat sheet" at home.. the one that has all my previous job, residence, and reference information on it. I fill it out as best I can, and go in for the interview.
Anybody want to help be burn Sentinel Security Systems to the ground? They never sent in my guard card application last year. I spent the money to get that thing, and they dropped yet another ball. So if I get a job here, I'll need to come up with $107 for a new card.
Turns out that they don't have any dispatcher jobs available, but were interested in seeing me about guard positions. This annoyed me a bit. I didn't check the guard boxes on the application for a damned good reason. So I explained the medical situation. I cannot spend eight hours a day outside! I will get sick, and that will lead to me having another bloody seizure. With this in mind, the options narrowed a great deal. Many of their sites require driving on city streets, which I can't do (having seized in the last three months.)
So, she's holding my application for a dispatch job or a site that meets my needs. I get the feeling that they really want to hire me, but we just need to make my four-dimensional peg fit in their three-dimensional hole.
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Date: 18 Jun 2003 15:42 (UTC)File suit in Small Claims court. You can at least recover the money and maybe a biy more for the inconvenience.
And I'll cheerfully pay your filing fee if you can't spare the cash.
Hell, talk to a friendly lawyer. You may be able to nail them for quite a bit more. Not *likely*, but possible.
I'm all for "bad" employers getting nailed to the wall when possible.
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Date: 18 Jun 2003 15:48 (UTC)'Cause BSIS moved, but didn't change the submission address on the paperwork or their website for a while. A friend of mine went up there to see what the hold up was with his card. They had him drive to their old office and pick up their back mail, which included the application he had sent in two months earlier.
-M
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Date: 18 Jun 2003 21:15 (UTC)I applied for a shit job myself today... Target (just pronounce it in French) apparently only accepts applications submitted using their in-store system. Two PCs available. One displayed "out of order". The other got part way through the process -- not quite two of four sections -- then displayed "application error".
Then a strange but upbeat girl who asked for a "bored off ass computer geek" and got a photo of this bored computer geek's orange-tinted ass phoned me to set up an appointment for windoze help. Dress for success, eh?