delilahb

Fucking shit damn mother fucker!

I am so royally pissed off right now.

I have been in the process of applying for a job--content and copy writer for Vanns.com. Today, I had my "2nd Interview."

Okay, I have been feeling very confident with the job, although I must admit I know nothing about appliances and electronics, and don't know how good I'd be about writing about them. But what the hell? I was a creative writing major, I can figure something out, right?

So today I go in for the "chat" and he tells me flat out that he isn't impressed with my writing. Okay, not a problem. That it isn't relevant. What?! Of course it's not relevant...they're essays and fiction pieces. You didn't specify you wanted something fucking relevant. That he didn't like my stories. Whatever; is that the point?

But he likes me.

Whatever.

So I have to write eight pages! worth of copy on four digital cameras by Monday.

First off:

1. I know nothing about digital cameras.
2. I don't find it particularly fair since I have never been trained and don't know what they look for.
3. Don't think it's nice that I will be working for free this weekend. My weekend!

Secondly:

I don't know how good I feel working for someone who was a total bastard about the whole thing. He did tell me that if he likes it, I have the job.

God the pressure. I just don't know if it's worth it, you know? I don't even know how much longer I'll be in Missoula. It doesn't pay any better than my previous job, and at least working in a shitty job reminds me I need to do something better.

Gah!