Showing posts with label job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label job. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Overqualified.


I applied for another job yesterday on-line. One that I could do no problem. I have the experience, etc. The good thing about it was it would take me back "over the walls of the castle" and back to work with bennies and a shot at moving up.  Plus it was a place I wouldn't mind working. They gotta hire me. 

And since I am from the "What Would Lucy Do?" school of getting ahead. When she climbs a wall or whatever to get to William Holden, I use all my contacts to find the decision maker and get right to that person.  Certainly impressive.

I did all that and got this back:

Hi Steadman, (not my real name)
 
Thanks for your interest in our open position.  I have reviewed your resume and qualifications and unfortunately believe that you are over-qualified for the position we are looking to fill.  Thanks again for your interest and best of luck to you.


Chauncy  (not his real name)

"unfortunately believe." That is rich.  The way I did with the Catholic Church all these years? The way I did when Lacy Peterson went missing?  I need to take one of my anti-bitter pills. 

What would Lucy do now?  Would she re-do her resume so it matches what they were looking for even though it is lies?  Would she get botox?  Would she just marry William Holden and not worry about a job? Or would she just go in a different direction?  And if she did what is that?

I am going to say it and I say it quick, like the removal of a band-aid - I cannot get arrested in the this town.   (That cannot be said for LA, but that is another story...) 

Afterward I got an email that my star panelist on a panel I am producing is backing out.  Then my unemployment ended and finally they head of my pipe band wrote me an email with some ultimatum about making practice or else.

I am at rock bottom. This is the part in the movie where the protagonist gets divine inspiration and ends up with the top job and in bed with a young Harrison Ford. 

Or he just stands there as the conveyor belt goes faster and faster and faster and tilts his head back like Lucy and goes "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"