
I know there is still much partying going on in this crazy, bloggityville of ours – over 700 folks, I hear! Many thanks to all who swung by my place – it’s been great to meet you and visit a while!
Today I have a funny tale to regale you all with – ala “Office Space”, hence the appropo red Swingline adorning my page.
In my previous place of business, which shall of course remain nameless, I encountered…well, much weirdness. I had difficulty socializing and could go days without speaking to anyone but my boss – and if you know me at all, you KNOW that that just ain’t me!
There was also a great deal of trouble with my name. My first nameplate said “Trisha” and when I informed the office manager that that was incorrect, I instead got one that said “Lricia”. Yes, Lricia. Seriously! And “while they ordered me a new one” (read: tried to appease me but really did nothing), they fixed it to read my real name with WHITE OUT. When paging or calling me, I was called Tina, Theresa, Terez, and other variations of names beginning with “T”. I do need to insert the disclaimer here, however, that this seems to be an ongoing theme. I recently received something in the mail addressed to Trichina (yes, I did) and had someone call for me and ask for Twila.
Yes, ma’am.
Anyway, I left said previous place of business several months ago (note the use of the word “months” – as in less than six – not “years”). The other week, I got home to find a number I recognized but could not place on the caller id and a voicemail.
The voicemail was from the hiring manager at said previous place of business.
Who “came across my resume from a long time ago” (read: “fall of 2005”) and didn’t know if I was still looking but wanted to talk to me about ___________ position.
MY POSITION.
That I had left less than 6 months before.
This was not an offer to come back.
It was an offer to come in the first place.
She had NO IDEA that I had been employed in that position for nearly a year and it was my previous job she was trying to fill.
Now, granted, she was new there – but surely my name or file or SOMETHING must somehow be on record, filed, whatever related to this position.
Needless to say, (but I’ll say it anyway) I called her back. And told her that I had already held that position, in fact it was because I had left that she was trying to now fill it.
And she actually laughed out loud. And told me I made her day.
AHEM.
Yeah, welcome to my world.