Hyped up on booze and nowhere to go
Every day since the layoffs, the kids at my office have had booze fests. You just can't beat getting hyped up on margaritas and watching cable during the work day! Today's drinking game was every time someone said "what are they gonna do? Fire you?" we had to drink. So we did.
Before the layoffs, I thought for sure that my number was up, that I'd be outta here so I started interviewing. Then when I found out that I wasn't laid off, I didn't know what to do. Propelled by morbid curiousity and too polite to cancel, I went for round 2 with a company yesterday. It was worth my time just for the fictionalizable value of the folks I met, including a hard-core engineer who knew nothing to ask except "how do you make a directory in UNIX" and "how would you code a table that would look like this:"
Which, as you can see, I can. Had any of these people taken 10 minutes to look at my portfolio, all of which is available online via the always-convenient Internet, they could have seen the kinds of things I've produced instead of trying to tout their trumped up egos by asking me stupid "HTML questions".
I don't mind preparing for interviews by learning about the company but I do mind when the people interviewing me don't even take the time to read the description of the job I'm applying for, let alone don't read my resume. Is the Internet economy too big and too fast to allow for common courtesy?
Which, of course, is a rhetorial question. I know that this crazy Internet business keeps everyone moving at the speed of light but maybe it's time to take a hard look at what it's doing to respect.
How the hell did my drunken lunch story become a diatribe on the exciting world of dot-coms? As Rudy said "uh, I dunno."