Twenty Two (& 1/2): Catch, Caught, Not February 8, 2014Posted by The Typist in 365, FYYFF, New Orleans, The Narrative, The Typist, Toulouse Street.
I applied for a job online at about 5 p.m. Saturday evening. I am a perfect fit. I included my salary requirements which make most people in New Orleans laugh even though I was a New Orleans hire by Moloch. I made it clear I was not willing to relocate. I noted I do not have my bachelors and would appreciate any accommodation in finishing it this semester.
I got a call back, and a prompt follow up email from a technical recruiter. Within two hours. On Saturday night. I used to work with these people, the ones who check their Blackberry on Saturday night.
The area code was 804, the same area code as the main campus of
Moloch Capitol One Bank.
I have decided to insist I be able to work remotely when I get the interview call. When he asks why, I’m going to tell him I am naked. Because I will be naked. I will offer to switch the Skype call to video if he doesn’t believe me.
“Mother, his name is Yossarian.”