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Wednesday, August 18, 2004 |
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| Looking ahead
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So things are starting to look up in the job market. I've been busy over the last two weeks or so which is why I haven't blogged for that long. So to give a chronology of events, on Wednesday 4th August I applied to a recruitment agency in Port-of-Spain and I was contacted on Friday 6th to attend an "interview" there the following Tuesday, the 10th. I expected it to just be a sort of orientation for them to meet me and for me to drop in my documents and pay the small fee; it turned out to be quite the opposite. It was a quite detailed, yet relaxed, interview about my work history and about what I would like to do and my plans for the future. They asked the "tell me about yourself" question, which I didn't answer as well as I could've since I was ill-prepared. I made sure though to emphasize that I did not want to be an accountant, though I would take an accounting job to pass the time since I needed a job, the reason I was there in the first place. I wanted to be in IT, and coming down to the end of the interview I was given some very good news by my "consultant" (that's what they're called): she immediately had a position in mind for me that I could interview for in the next few days. It was at a company that sells IT Business Solutions and they were looking for an Account Exec; yeah, a sales position. But that is in line with my future ambitions. I got a call at 11.15am the next day, Wednesday 11th from my consultant saying that the company wanted me to come in at 3pm that day for an interview!
Yeah, that was fast. I had expected to be given at least a day to prepare for the interview so I could better answer that "tell me about yourself" question, as well as a host of others that would be asked, and to prepare some of my own. I only had an hour or so to prepare cus I had to get my clothes ready, and it was kinda rainy too. I didn't even eat lunch. When I got to Port-of-Spain, I had some trouble finding the place -- the taxi-driver dropped me in the wrong place -- and I had a little walk and so by the time I got there I was all hot and flustered. It was humid. Well the interview itself was good. I was able to answer the questions ok-ish and I left the impression that i was very enthusiastic about the prospect of doing that kind of work, which I was. I would learn alot of the technical aspects of the job as well as get the sales experience. I wasn't told the salary but my "consultant" had given me an indication of what it would be like, as well as the commissions. Wasn't bad. Well, that was only part of the excitement. Five minutes before my interview ended, it just started pouring! Like, really pouring.
When I got downstairs, no one could leave cus the street was flooded. Big garbage bags were floating down the street. So everyone had to wait until it stopped raining and the water receded to leave. Walked down to Brian Lara Promenade but could go no further because South Quay was just flooded. Hundreds of people were just standing around wondering how the hell to get home. Some of the East POS youth could be seen wading in the waters, for what reason I eh know. So I called trusty old Haimchan who said travel up by him and I'd go home with them; that I did. Got home at 7.30. Later that night on the news, I was watching TV6's Sampson Nanton doing a report and it just confirmed to me that he's one of the dummest reporters ever. He rolled up his pants legs and stood in knee-high stink flood water doing the report! All the while I was thinking: Doesn't NEMA always give warnings about playing in flood waters? And here this jackass was standing in the damn thing!
Anywho, the next day, Thursday 12th, I got a message on my voice-mail from the HR Officer at an insurance company I had applied to about 2 months prior to come in for an interview the following Thursday 19th. Things were looking up. So that day (still th 12th), I fired off my thank you note to the previous day's interviewer and called my "consultant" to let her know how it went. The next day, Friday 13th, at around 11, I got a call from a previous employer making me a job offer. Not an interview, a job offer. Wasn't bad either. I was to meet with him at 2pm. So I did, we talked about the direction he wants to take the company and I agreed it was to my liking. I had to defer my answer though, because I wanted to know what the other place had to offer. I declined the interview at the insurance company. So the past two months saw me, not really concerned, but kinda anxious. But in the space of a few days, that all turned around. I could choose. Today I got a call from my "consultant" that the IT company wants me to come in for a 2nd interview at 10am tomorrow, Thursday 19th August. I'm confused, but it's a nice confused. I really need to think about it. And the north/south thing not even going to come into play here, and allyuh know how much I like north.
So look out for my answer within a week.
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Thursday, August 05, 2004 |
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| I forget
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I eh feeling to blog ok, so leave me alone!
For the first time in my life, I can't remember much of what happened after getting drunk. It was last Friday night. I know what I was drinking. I know I took a few pulls of a cigar. I know I puked the hell up. I know I sat outside Frank's room doing so. I know I held on to the half-barrel fish tank and leaning right into it. I can't remember actually getting to Frank's room. I just remember sitting on the ground and then I was on Frank's bed. I know I spoke to Ray about the kind of business we wanna go into. I can't remember much of the details though. I have a number on my phone and I can't remember punching in the number. Or the name for that matter. I remember talking to this guy about getting bulked up. Can't remember his name right now. And I know I woke up at 5 the next morning completely sober. Didn't realise vodka had that effect. Must have some more. But I'll stay away from the Royal Oak next time. I thought I had learnt that lesson before? Apparently I didn't.
Thing is, whenever something like that happens to me, I usually remember everything that I do and that happens. Hmmm...must've been something in that "duck" Frank cooked LOL. Anywho, was so gone I didn't even tell Nicholas "laters dude". So laters dude.
Michael (apparently I'm the only person who calls him Michael) told me that geniuses have trouble focusing on one thing. Damn, I must be some kind of uber-idiot savant then. I can't focus on anything I'm doing right now. I'm reading up on project management, linux OS, databases, trying to create a marketing plan; all at the same time. While trying to keep up with all the football stuff that's been going on. But nothing's geling. I'm getting nowhere. But as usual, I'm not worried. It'll all come together soon. Yeah, there's a reason I'm reading up on all that stuff. I just need to take it easy a little...have lots of time.
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