Recruiters just can’t take a hint!

Posted on by kylar

So I get this call from my wife saying that someone called trying to get ahold of me.
The second message is from this person, who claims to have an “Amazing Opportunity” for me. I replay the message and find out this person is one ‘Cory Yaeger’, from Girard Richardson. A quick google tells me that the person is a recruiter. I dig up his email from the web and send him an email telling him that I’m not interested. I then talk to my wife who informs me that he told her that he worked at Lightsocket with me (A previous job) and I know that this is untrue. Now, I know that the world of recruiting is pretty competative, and I make it a point never to use a recruiter, staffing or contracting firm at all (I have tried it in the past, for those who are interested.) He emails me back and questions my judgement, asking if my job is really that great that I don’t want to keep my options open. My basic reply is “yes, it is, and I don’t work with recruiters, AND I’d never work with you personally because you’re unethical”.

He calls me again today. All chipper and upbeat, and oblivious. He tries to tell me that we worked together “while you were at lightsocket”. and tries to tell me about this opportunity. I mention again to him that I’m not interested, and mention that he can’t take a hint. He then tries this tact: “You must be interested since you keep sending me emails!”

Un. Fucking. Believable.

I had had it at this point, and finally said to him “No, I just like jerking around recruiters.”

His reply?

“For a nominal fee I can come over there and take the stick out of your ass.”

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Mean People Suck.

Posted on by kylar

So we went out to eat at a place that we sometimes go to, and it was later on in the evening (for us), around 7ish and it had been a really long and painful day as we couldn’t go home, since we had an open house at our house, so our kids were cranky. We go in and sit down, and after we order, but before they bring us our bread N stuff, Christian (15 months) starts to cry because he’s hungry. There was a couple sitting next to us and the man says to us “Can you take your kid outside? I’m trying to eat here.” Now I need to stop for a moment, because I do understand that if you’re trying to enjoy your meal and there’s some kid crying it can be distracting. However, I really think that the tone and attitude that he used was downright rude. The situation quickly escalated as both my wife and I took exception to his attitude, and we basically told him something to the effect of “he’s hungry, he’s tired, he’ll stop when we feed him, he is only 15 months old, cut some slack.” He quickly escalated it to telling us that if we can’t control our child, then we have no business taking him out in public, then telling us to “Shut the fsck up”. He then took his wife and moved to another table, far away from us. And as if this wasn’t upsetting enough, a woman two tables over decided that she wanted to get involved and started to insult us personally, as well as telling us that we were completely wrong in the situation. I feel that she was attempting to manipulate the situation for her personal gain, as it appeared that she complained to the manager to get her meal comped, although I didn’t verify that. My wife was very upset, and in tears, and this (needless to say) ruined our meal. That the man wanted to eat his meal in peace I can at least understand, having been in that situation myself, although when presented with that situation, I chose to move to a different seat myself, feeling that the other family had as much right to be there in a public place as I did. But the quick escalation, rudeness and complete immaturity floored me. The interjection of the other lady and the name-calling was, to my thinking completely wrong in any way shape or form. How can people put themselves into a 6 year old mindset? And when you go to dinner at a family restaraunt, can you not expect there to be children present? I guess that I’m frustrated at people being mean.

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One Year Ago…

Posted on by kylar

Today, my father passed away. I was watching Shrek 2 with my daughter and wife. For the last month or six weeks I’ve been thinking ahead to this date and been wondering how I was going to deal with it. For the longest time I’ve been thinking that I would pickle my liver and sit around, thinking and crying. Now I don’t know. I keep thinking of something that one of our pastors said a while ago in service, it goes along these lines:

We all struggle with sin and difficulties, and being human we will sometimes (often times) fail. But when we do, or more importantly when we are presented with a situation where we are struggling against sin or a difficulty, then we too often think of the times we have failed at it, and think that one more failure is nothing, or that we are bound to fail at this again, so why bother trying. (As Yoda would say it: Seductive is the dark side.). But when we are in this situation, all we have to think is that we will not let it beat us this time, and I will be successful against my problem this time.

So I think more about this. Alcoholism runs in my family, and my Dad suffered from it. Drinking is something that happens a lot in my family, not alcoholism specifically, but it is a social activity that we all take part in. I guess was thinking that instead of drowning my sorrows (which, to clarify is not something I generally do), I could do something more constructive.

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Funny People

Posted on by kylar

I know so many really funny people. One of these funny people is my friend Aaron, whom is know amongst the group as ‘Tserliov’ (pronounced Sherril-of) or ‘Teach’. He’s a teacher at a local high school and has a ‘grumpy old man’ persona that he busts out for his kids sometimes, and of course he shares with us. Last week he got on a kick and was doing it, and he starts talking about music…

“You kids and your new music! All what in here with your ‘Snoop Doggy Doo’, and your ‘Hoobasnooch’. I can’t stand your loud music, what with your ‘Blink One Twelve’ nonsense!”

We were in stitches.

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