I've got a second interview at a company at which I'm trying to work. Tomorrow at 5 p.m. (Texas Time). Think happy thoughts for the T-bone.
The gig I have now is OK, I guess, but it's time to move on. Need a little distance from this place, and that's just something you can't find nearby. Can't complain too much because I have a job – so it's not the end of the world if New Company says "No, T-bone, we can't offer you the job. We are looking more for Brisket."
Here's the top five reasons I'm ready to find a new job:
1. My boss looks like a taller, meaner version of the principal on "Welcome Back, Kotter"
2. My boss IS a taller, meaner version of that guy, and continues to make up wacky rules ("Thou shalt not have doctor's appointments of Mondays ... Thou shall take vacation days one week at a time ... Thou shalt bow to me for I am Satan. Blaaaaagh!")
3. I consistently receive glowing job performance reviews, but because "the retail climate sucks," I am not given the extra cabbage my work deserves (and my bank account begs for)
4. There's a State Fair Corny Dog factory across the street, and its aroma is enough to make me want to barf. Every day.
5. Sometimes, a man's just got to roam
T-bone, out!
