Derek woke me up at 5:10 this morning. Apparently, I somehow deleted my 4:00 weekday alarm. I rushed to get dressed and get to work: no shower, no breakfast.
I made it on time, but was discombobulated, so I didn’t really get started until about quarter after. 20 boxes today, so not bad.
I didn’t get an interview in Rochester. In fact, she told me a lot of people did better on the editing test than me.
First of all, embarrassing. Secondly, is there any kind of more tactful way you could’ve given me the news? Jesus.
I mean, whatever, I’ll survive, obviously, even as a writer, grammar and punctuation are just not my thing. But there are plenty of responses she could’ve gone with that would’ve been acceptable, such as “We’ve decided to move forward with another candidate.” Or “We were fortunate to have some really outstanding grammar super-freaks as applicants, with whom we are proceeding.”
But instead, why don’t you just rub salt in my wounds?
I’m confident that if it were me, I would’ve found a nicer way to put it, that’s all I’m sayin.’
If you can’t tell, I’m not heartbroken. I’m actually relieved that now I don’t have to go through a whole interview process and potentially have to quit my present job. I really don’t want to quit my present job. I like it, the peeps, the hours. I’m going to stop looking for now.