Well, it looks like I might be starting a new job on Monday. I’ve been going through interviews and now there are two contenders who seem to want me so it’s down to who makes the best offer.
I don’t know if I’m getting mellower (wouldn’t that be a terrible thing?) but the questions seem to be getting less stupid. Astute readers will know that my pet hate is being asked “what are your weaknesses?” Why do morons who ask that question think I’m going to honestly tell them something bad about myself?
Anyway, in this round of interviews one highlight stands out. The interview team were following a smart path as far as I’m concerned. After establishing my basic competence they spent more time focusing on whether they could stand to be around me rather than obsessing over technical details.
This is a small startup so one technical genius who happens to be an obnoxious fuck-up could destroy the company. Whereas a decent, intelligent human doesn’t have to be a rocket scientist to make a positive contribution to the company. So we’ve progressed to a fairly relaxed, chatty stage of the interview when the CEO of the startup leans over to me and says (I swear I’m not making this up):
“Tell me about a time when you really fucked something up.”
I like these guys.
I’ve been going to jon interviews this week which involves the joys of public transport (parking is far too much of a hassle in the city to drive in). We’re getting our first hot days of summer and I seem to keep lucking in to getting on trams, trains and/or buses with non-functioning air conditioning. Plus, in Melbourne the public transport is usually absurdly crowded.
Maybe they aren’t broken. Maybe it’s a deliberate plot. It could be that the government is conducting large-scale experiments to see how the populace will respond to being crushed into a small space while being subjected to high heat and humidity.
If that’s the case, you can suspend the experiments now. The results are in. People in that situation get pissed off.
Coming home yesterday I found myself stuck on the tram from hell. Literally, judging from the internal temperature. My mood had gotten progressively worse until it reached the point where I was planning the order in which I would kill people when I finally snapped. Hmmm, he looks easy… she’d be a pushover… I bet his head would pop right off… oooh, he looks tough, I’d better throw some frail bodies between me and him…
I was just about ready to put my plan into action when the tram passed a train station. I took a punt that a train would be less hellish and jumped ship. This turned out to be a good choice – the train was considerably less crowded.
There were a few seats empty in the vestibule of the train but somebody had a bike leaned up against them. These are the type of seat that flip up if nobody is sitting in them so they were flush with the wall, which doubtless seemed like a good thing to the bike owner. I thought I might actually sit in one of the seats that were designed with humans in mind rather than bikes. It seemed like a reasonable plan but it led to the exchange detailed in the following video:
I’m testing the waters in the job market again. I won’t be starting another contract until at least December but I’ll probably need to start lining up interviews soon. I checked the main job website and the market looks healthy. It seems as though about 60 contract positions for my line of work are being advertised each week.
I say “seems to be” because although that’s the number that pops up when I search, it isn’t strictly accurate. Some of them are being re-advertised so they aren’t all new. Some are being advertised by more than one agency so the numbers are a bit deceptive. And then there’s the morons who advertise permanent roles under the contract listings.
This really bugs me. When I’ve questioned agencies about this in the past they’ve said they wanted to reach the widest range of candidates possible. Yeah, including the ones who aren’t even slightly interested. That makes sense. I decided to call one of the agencies and share my displeasure with them: