still no word from the hedge fund i interviewed at over a month ago. they clearly dont want me, but you would think that if you went to the effort of calling someone in and interviewing them face to face, you would have the manners to tell them if you did not want them, as opposed to just forgetting about them and not even bothering to inform them they have not got the job. its just professional manners. fuck 'em!.
anyways, had a few more calls this week about other jobs, but fuck me!, its tiring having to speak to recruitment agents. without wanting to make a sweeping broad generalisations about them, i would say that 99% of them are thick as pig shit, bullshitting cunts.
one guy said he had a role at an asset management firm and told me it was paying £400/day. i said that was fine. about 2 hours later another agent called me about the same role and said it was paying £480/day. the first agent called me again this morning and i mentioned that another agent told me they were paying 480/day. he agreed they were but said that he did not want to go in at the top rate because he always tried to do the best for his client (the asset mgmt firm). the relationship was important to him and if he took care of them it could mean lots more business for him in the future. he told me that. you do your best for the client, but not me!!???. who the fuck am i?. oh yes, thats right, i am the fuckwit that actually does the work and has the skills and who earns the money for you.
anyways, i told him that was interesting justification and left it at that. i could have told him that i did not give a fuck about his client, and this is my job and how i earn my money and this is not a fucking hobby for me and that without contractors he would earn nothing, but i did not. its not necessary to say what you are actually thinking all the time. actually, most of the time when you are dealing with idiots. its something i have gotten a lot of practice at whilst working in some of the brain vacuum organisations full of people who cant/wont/refuse to think.
speaking of walking away from a confrontation, i had some cock sucker in a post office van tail gate me into the supermarket this afternoon as i was driving there to do some shopping. he then made a gesture (wanker) as he drove past me. i then noticed he parked his van and i got out my car and started running towards where he had pulled in. i was about to words to the effect of "who are you calling a wanker you fat bald cunt!" but i supposed the 15 seconds it took me to get to his van made me think about what i was doing. what was really going to happen?.
a: we swear and curse at each other in the middle of a sainsbury's car park at 5pm in the afternoon.
b: we start swinging at each other, though seeing as he was an old fat cunt who drove a van for a living, there was no fucking way i would lose.
c: he apologises profusely - very unlikely.
anyways, as i got to his van, by which time he was walking into the store, with me walking fast behind him and with mouth full of expletives, i let it go. if i am going to have a fight its not going to be in a supermarket down the road from where i live, against a fat bald cunt who drives a post office van, all because he called me a wanker.
one of my favourite films is 25th hour which stars ed norton as someone about to go to jail and its his final day of freedom. in one scene a guy gives him some advice about going to prison and tells him "dont lose your temper till its time to lose your temper". wise words indeed.
i am off to the gym now. have been doing double sessions the last few weeks and am as strong as i have ever been. that dickhead in the post office van does not know how lucky he was.....oh, and as i was walking out the store i noticed that he had parked his van in a disabled bay. dickhead!.
anyways, had a few more calls this week about other jobs, but fuck me!, its tiring having to speak to recruitment agents. without wanting to make a sweeping broad generalisations about them, i would say that 99% of them are thick as pig shit, bullshitting cunts.
one guy said he had a role at an asset management firm and told me it was paying £400/day. i said that was fine. about 2 hours later another agent called me about the same role and said it was paying £480/day. the first agent called me again this morning and i mentioned that another agent told me they were paying 480/day. he agreed they were but said that he did not want to go in at the top rate because he always tried to do the best for his client (the asset mgmt firm). the relationship was important to him and if he took care of them it could mean lots more business for him in the future. he told me that. you do your best for the client, but not me!!???. who the fuck am i?. oh yes, thats right, i am the fuckwit that actually does the work and has the skills and who earns the money for you.
anyways, i told him that was interesting justification and left it at that. i could have told him that i did not give a fuck about his client, and this is my job and how i earn my money and this is not a fucking hobby for me and that without contractors he would earn nothing, but i did not. its not necessary to say what you are actually thinking all the time. actually, most of the time when you are dealing with idiots. its something i have gotten a lot of practice at whilst working in some of the brain vacuum organisations full of people who cant/wont/refuse to think.
speaking of walking away from a confrontation, i had some cock sucker in a post office van tail gate me into the supermarket this afternoon as i was driving there to do some shopping. he then made a gesture (wanker) as he drove past me. i then noticed he parked his van and i got out my car and started running towards where he had pulled in. i was about to words to the effect of "who are you calling a wanker you fat bald cunt!" but i supposed the 15 seconds it took me to get to his van made me think about what i was doing. what was really going to happen?.
a: we swear and curse at each other in the middle of a sainsbury's car park at 5pm in the afternoon.
b: we start swinging at each other, though seeing as he was an old fat cunt who drove a van for a living, there was no fucking way i would lose.
c: he apologises profusely - very unlikely.
anyways, as i got to his van, by which time he was walking into the store, with me walking fast behind him and with mouth full of expletives, i let it go. if i am going to have a fight its not going to be in a supermarket down the road from where i live, against a fat bald cunt who drives a post office van, all because he called me a wanker.
one of my favourite films is 25th hour which stars ed norton as someone about to go to jail and its his final day of freedom. in one scene a guy gives him some advice about going to prison and tells him "dont lose your temper till its time to lose your temper". wise words indeed.
i am off to the gym now. have been doing double sessions the last few weeks and am as strong as i have ever been. that dickhead in the post office van does not know how lucky he was.....oh, and as i was walking out the store i noticed that he had parked his van in a disabled bay. dickhead!.
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