Red Mosquito

washing machine wrote:Funny you guys mention it, but I really am passionate about working with a team and creating spreadsheets.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

Monkey_Driven wrote:

wease wrote:Had one walk out today. She didn’t get a position another person got. Apparently i should’ve given it to her even tho she already wanted to transfer to a different center closer to her home in a month.

WHY ARE YOU SO HORRIBLE?!

I ask myself this on an hourly basis

When you ask this, do you pause for a moment and think to yourself, “oh yeah.”?

spike wrote:I’ve been tapped to do some potential consulting work, let’s see if it goes anywhere.

doug rr wrote:

spike wrote:I’ve been tapped to do some potential consulting work, let’s see if it goes anywhere.

you have enough on your plate

wease wrote:Not a single one showed.

bodysnatcher wrote:

wease wrote:Not a single one showed.

Seriously?
You have any idea why?

Are these people who individually applied to a job listing? Or being sent through a recruiter?

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

bart wrote:Isn’t there an email or something with the interview time that you can just point to?