So yeah, I really hate HR people, in case you weren't sure.
March 13, 2009
So last Friday (yes, a week ago; I am a sloth, and it took me seven entire days to relate this story. This is because a) I had not absorbed the photographs from my sexy Panasonic ™ camera into my Dennymachine ™ as of yet, and b) I have 300 things bouncing around in my head that are telling me what to do so, you know. Sometimes stuff lingers. And if you think this is bad, wait a few days) I had an interview.
It was in the small town of Xenia, Ohio. This town was about 30 minutes' worth of driving from here in comfy Miamisburg, but I thought hey, a job where I could actually use my degree as intended - how could this go wrong? Well as usual, things went wrong as soon as I began interviewing, because the person I was interviewing with was not actually knowledgeable in my field - and he actually had the gall to tell me so!
No, I didn't get to talk to people I would be working with or see the job in action, I had to talk to some gate-keeping cock socket of a human resources executive who, upon looking at my resume as provided by Monster Dot Com ™ thought that I was not bearing enough experience 'in my field' to do the job that was being interviewed before. Never mind that I have 3x the amount they asked for on their job listing.
Three. Times.
And that I have a fucking electronic engineering degree, unlike this fuckwit effete bastard who is too busy sucking up his company's money to actually learn a single fucking thing about the goddamn products his company produces. No, he would rather feel self-important and expect people who want the job to suck his cock for the privilege of interviewing with him. Which is probably why I didn't get a call back.
You see, I wouldn't kiss his ass (or any other applicable body parts) to get an 'in' with him. And this company wonders why it can't fill the position... it's still listed on Monster ™ after all. Once again, I am reminded that people who are listed with 'human resources' in their job title and / or description really should be shot on sight. Or at the very least drummed out of their company through the nearest window.
Because really, they're what's wrong with this country. You know it was some witless HR shit tick who thought up 'outsourcing'. And though that asshole has not called me back, even after demonstrating that yes, I am more qualified to do this job better than you, and am probably better qualified at doing your job than you. So fuck him and fuck his company, and I hope they all die in an industrial fire. Twice.
But anyway.
So I told myself once I was done with this self-inflicted humiliation, I would treat myself by going far and wide (well not really that far) in search of this place I had heard was the 'greatest comic book shop in the area, if not evar'. It was somewhat close, though I had to trek through several dozen miles of Ohio real estate, to get to a different suburb of Ohio, namely Fairborn. I think it was Fairborn, at least.
There are many towns in this immediate area that start with 'Fair', so who the fuck knows? Surely not myself, for I'm still getting the lay of the land down. But this shop, this Bookers, was simply huge! It's too far to go for this one's weekly fix of comics, but I had to share its existence with you, because not only it is a big shop, but it's a really big shop. It even says so on the sign!
The fucking place is so fucking big, in fact, that it had to be 'continued' across the street. As you can see from the two photos, the first is a view of the shop from outside, and the other is a view of the other shop seized while simply turning around. Note that I was almost run down by a car in the process of taking this picture, because I guess in Ohio 'slowing down for people in the street' is optional.
Note to random white car from Fairborn/bury/burg/ville/whatever: Fuck you.