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The Job Search Strikes Back texty texts

April 7, 2000




So I had a phone interview with the head engineer at Waiter.com this afternoon and I think I sounded like a complete idiot, which kind of sucks because in reality I'm only partially an idiot. I'm too easily frazzled because I get nervous in those situations. Argh.

But despite my idiocy I have a "real" interview with them next week, so either I have low self-esteem and did ok or they have no standards, and besides do I really want to work for a company that only exists because of how lazy hungry web geeks are? You know, an intelligent person might not write stuff like this in fear that the wrong person might read it and that would be bad, but hey, I'm an idiot, remember?

And I got an email saying I was selected by managemark for an interview when they're on campus this month, and I'm like, what the hell is managemark and what are they talking about... but they were one of the companies I submitted my resume to for an interview through Stanford's CDC JobTrak on-campus "sell-your-soul to big business now and avoid the christmas rush" recruiting thing. But the email included

"We are a true ASP with real products that began as a spinoff of Intuit. And we already the largest B2B provider in our space."
and when I saw "b2b" I started screaming uncontrollably and going into convulsions.

And then when I calmed down I laughed at the grammatical errors because I'm an asshole.

I'm getting very queasy and sick at this whole summer job thing. Can't I put off selling-out for a few more years? I think I'd rather just spend the summer watching Sailor Moon and reading Battletech novels, but I think after three and a half months of that last summer my parents might actually disown me this time if I'm unemployed for another summer.

Or maybe it's this whole "internet" thing. It's icky. Pah. Internet. I poop on you. Screw this, I'm going back to Chicago for the summer and I'll work for my father and learn all about general contracting in the construction business. At least that's real.




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