Be Berry Berry Quiet. I'm Job Huntin'

Really.

Not to long ago I made the executive decision to leave my place of employment and seek out new opportunities. That really is just a nice way of saying that I quit.

So I've been a-huntin'.

You find some curious things on the prowl. There are a lot of poorly-written job postings which pique interest solely for the sucker-exploitation that could occur. That is just the evil PT Barnum in me, however. I have already sat in a few waiting rooms with fellow job-seekers. Some of them display their desperation on their faces. They look ragged and eager-to-please.

There was one guy who regaled me with stories of is old job. He seemed sad to leave it. I didn't ask him how or why he was no longer with them. I didn't want to ruin his groove so close to his interview.

A few of the candidates are cocky, young talkers. Full disclosure: I am sure that some interviewees think I fall into this category, as well. They want to chat up the others waiting to get the once-over by some asshole hiring manager. They ask questions with no intentions of listening to the responses. They make jokes. They talk. And talk.

They aren't even the worst. The receptionist who has stories is the worst. Why? Well you want to make a good impression. You listen. You nod. You look at pictures of her dog. You pretend to care.

Yet I continue. So far I've not had any luck despite my charm and my impressive resume.

It's okay I didn't want those crappy jobs anyway.