Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Hell on Hire
After the HR had completed what they are moderatly paid to do, which is to circulate along East Coast schools like a Sephora-caked traveling circus, the potential recruits kept pouring into my calendar.
The problem with being involved for such an interview is that it creates needless stress. For I don't know whether I am asked to speak to the young people becuase my time is less valuable than that of the other guy sitting next to me on the floor, shouting "Fuck!" every three seconds. Or is my role as a recruiter the sure sign of a VP promotion, for they wish to see if I can wear all hats, including pitch this job to the unsuspecting greedy youth who vote Democratic. Ofcourse working here will make them eventually realize that bonuses are taxed at an outrageous rate of 48%, like they were illegal. But for now, answering questions concerning mentoring, growth ("this job makes you a tumor-you will grow if not timely checked by your bosses like me.") is all very stressful stuff.

