An Act of Conscience

Well, haven't been blogging lately since I'm consumed with my computer for job hunting, but I had to blog about one thing. It bothered me so much.

A skincare/esthetics school had contacted me in late March, had the two interviews, they picked someone who could do accreditation, something I know very little about. Well, the woman who initially told me "no", called me back desperately three times this past week. Turns out the person she hired of one entire week "was not working out." Um, let's see--HNWA (His Name We Abuse) gave me that learning curve, too, before getting pissed off with me. Sound familiar? I get talked into meeting with her again yesterday, but didn't go. Why? Let's recap.

I remember from our initial meeting that she's had a total of four assistants in the last two years or so. Not good. She's a chemist, not a people person. She also hates the interview process and most likely does not check references. Stupid, if you call yourself a business. Also, there is no HR department in this place. Salary and benefits were never discussed, I remember they said I'd have to buy my own healthcare (which I'm doing now, pretty pricey since Cobra dropped me), and hours were all over the place. I told her I had an interview (which I cancelled, there was no website for me to do research, which is shady) and I'd see her after. She tipped her hand big-time by revealing that if I said yes, and started Monday, she could "let this woman go" tomorrow. I say "yes" and now you're going to fire someone without giving them a chance? Gee, didn't that just happen to me? Didn't that suck? That would be UNCONSCIONABLE if I took the job. My success is directly related to someone else's demise? What if she decides to say "no" to me after working there a week? This is a total replay of January and February. You don't play with people's lives in a job market like this. After consulting with a few friends and my mother, they all said it didn't sound too good. I woke up to a crack of thunder and all-around crappy day, not a good sign. I decided not to go after doing my laundry. I'd call and cancel at the time I was supposed to see her.

The clock ticked, my clothes dried, and 3 pm loomed. When I called, some assistant picked up the phone. I left a message that I'm not coming. Why? Because Fisher-Price called and I have an interview with them this coming Wednesday. The pay is superb, the location divine (23rd St.), and the woman (from HR) sounded really nice on the phone. Professional, structured, and ready to do the right thing. This I feel secure about.

I screw people that have deliberately hurt me or someone else without thinking. I need healthcare. I need a desk, not a closet to sit in. I need normal hours, my life back, and an easy commute. Didn't I just deal with miserable, scheming monsters who had an agenda and kicked me in the ass for it? Yes, I've been out of work for a while now, but I also know this may be the only length of time off I get. My fibro's still kicking my ass, and I've not been sleeping well. I must as well indulge while I still look. Something good is out there. I'm going to find it.

And I hope this assistant still has her job. A rich brat who wants to change her mind at the drop of a hat. Haven't I had enough of women like this? I'm not entirely corrupt. Not anyway, yet...