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February 26, 2009

This Week in Unemployment: Awesome Edition

(Our hero TwoBusy picks up the ringing phone with trepidation. On the other end is TheAngel, his current favorite placement agency-type. On hearing her voice, he steels himself for rejection; yesterday, he had undergone a 90-minute interview - for a freelance job - TheAngel had set up with a notoriously hard-to-please client.)

TheAngel: Are you ready for some feedback?

TwoBusy (taking deep breath, then...): Okay.

TheAngel (dramatic pause): They were really impressed with you.

TwoBusy: Really?

TheAngel: Really.

TwoBusy: But they don't like anybody.

TheAngel: Well, they liked you. They were very impressed by how you presented yourself, your composure and depth of knowledge, your (let's just call it a portfolio of seal-clubbing work and leave it at that)... plus, they thought personality-wise that you'd fit in very nicely. (dramatic pause)

TwoBusy: ...but?

TheAngel: But. They think you're overqualified. The VP's words were: "It would be like killing a fly with a sledgehammer."

TwoBusy: FUCK ME!!!

TheAngel (bursting out laughing): That's some fancy language there.

TwoBusy: I... I don't...

TheAngel: I know. It's crazy. They just feel that your strategic capabilities are so strong that you'd be bored with the projects they're looking at right now.

TwoBusy: But... but... I knew what the job was, going in. And I have no problem with that. I was just trying to paint a picture of myself as a guy who can bring both strategy and execution to the table.

TheAngel (reassuringly): They want to bring you in down the road for more high-level stuff, but they seemed pretty determined about this.

TwoBusy: I... AAAAAAAARGH! This makes no sense! I need the work, you need the business, they need to get the work done... can't we all just get along?

TheAngel: I know. I know. It doesn't make any sense.

TwoBusy: And you said they hate everyone!

TheAngel: They do! I wasn't kidding about that at all. I'm stunned that they liked you so much... and despite that, they still won't give you the job.

TwoBusy: It's because I'm too awesome. My awesomeness is holding me back.

TheAngel: Basically.

TwoBusy: So instead of giving the work to the guy who's superqualified and who would kick ass all over the place for them, they're going to look somewhere else... and I'm going to go back to repainting my kids' rooms.

TheAngel: Maybe I'll give them a call back tomorrow and see if I can reason with them. You'd think we could find a way to work this out. I'll do that, alright?

TwoBusy: Remind me to be less awesome the next time I go in for an interview.

TheAngel: I can do that.

TwoBusy: I could leave my fly open, or chew gum the whole time.

TheAngel: Perfect.

TwoBusy: Great! Wonderful! Thanks for the call!

TheAngel: Don't be down about this.

TwoBusy: I'm not. I'm so happy I think my head's going to explode.

(curtain)

02:32 PM |

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    Peter Gabriel: New Blood
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