Or is that "wafflely"? I could say "flip-floppy" but at some point someone will suspect me of Republican leanings.
Anyway, the flip was accepting a job offer on Tuesday. I had a good interview and thought I would get it, but then had an interview earlier Tuesday with a recruiter for another company that would pay much more for similar work (though less awful, as Job 2 wouldn't involve selling or upselling). When Job 1 offer call came in, I asked what the timeframe was.
She had to put her hire list in Wednesday noon.
Okay, fine. I said I had something else pending, but a job in the hand beats a job in the bush, so, yeah, sure. After 3 months off work, it at least is something.
I was then barraged by emailed forms requiring all sorts of information, much of it the same info I'd just given in another form. Or a form would show up later with info I'd given an hour earlier but lacking info I'd given on the very same earlier form.
Then there was the one asking for "past addresses" for a background check. I dug through my records to find as much as I could, including letters I'd saved from my mother with some old address on the envelopes. I was able to string together fairly accurate address going back 33 years, but before that it was going to be sketchy. I emailed the hirer to ask if I really needed to go back to my address of birth during Ike's first term.
In the meantime, the interviewer for Job 2 set up an interview Thursday afternoon with a manager in the company and on Wednesday called to prep me for the interview and emailed suggestions for answering questions and posing my own questions.
On the way to that interview, I stopped at a lab for a drug test required by Job 1. Successfully showed my qualifications by peeing on demand.
The second Job 2 interview went very well. My best interview ever, since starting this sorry process. They said it would be a day or 2 for a decision, even though the training doesn't start until Sept. 30.
Inside an hour, I got a call from the recruiter. They want me. The same hours as Job 1, but a month of normal hours for training for shifting to 1:30 to 10 pm. And Job 2 is Monday through Friday while Job 1 has one weekday off but makes it up with a Saturday.
Flop! I snapped it up, then emailed the Job 1 gal to apologize and rescind my acceptance. She was nice enough about it in return email, just asking how much more Job 2 was paying.
Job 1: $10/hr with potential for commission up to $250 over 2 weeks. Job 2: $15.62/hr, including the shift differential Job 1 doesn't offer.
What I haven't told Candi is Job 1 actually changed the shift between the interview and the offer, as I would have been doing online chat instead of just answering calls, and the chat shift is from 7 am to 4:30 pm. I'm sure Candi would have pressed me to take the $10 with the hours that leave all evenings open for her.
Nope.
She did fall well short of celebrating on my behalf. She already is plotting out how she will pick me up from work at 10 pm and haul my tail back home for "fun" before we go to bed.
That was the subject of the mid-"fun" argument. I was performing less than terrifically, because, as I told her, she was fairly sick and the only reason she was pressing for last night was she might be sicker tonight. We put a porn DVD in and I got more into it.
And then had a ball of stress keep me from going back to sleep after a potty run 3 hours in. I also was running through how I might be able to get to work and wanting to get up to check the bus schedules. But that would have entailed waking her and having her come sleep on the couch while I look that stuff up. Last time I got up to read when I couldn't sleep, she crowded me tightly into the couch arm and I couldn't relax enough to be able to sleep when I finally quit reading and we went back to bed.
Anyway, I'm off now to prove I'm a citizen.
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