I now have a J. O. B. yes, it’s true, i am among the working stiffs. and although this job is merely a cafe job, it’s a paycheck and i am better off than most due entirely to friends and family.
however, today i received one of those ‘you are not a good fit for this company’ type emails.
here it is:
Hi Joel,
Thank you for your application for the Portland site coordinator position. Unfortunately, we are not able to offer you an interview at this time as you are not a good fit for the current needs of Sports4Kids at this time. We encourage you to continue to gain experience working with groups of youth and reapply in the future. Good luck.
Sincerely,
The Team at Sports4Kids
And so i decided to respond in kind (i’ve wanted to do this for oh so long and i applied here like two months ago):
Hi Jonathan,
and while I thank you for your timely reply, I can honestly state that you can’t possibly ascertain my qualifications from an online application and some ostensibly appropriate questions regarding how one might deal with youth. However, if you were to interview me, or even better yet, speak with the past leaders I’ve lead or the dozens of youth who I now consider my friends, you’d most likely think otherwise. But discerning from the fact that this post is still up, your hiring practices have yet to properly evaluate potential candidates.
Best,Joel Brady
Yes, it felt great!
Perhaps their questions delved deeper than any interview might have been able to. I’m guessing that those questions circumvented any sway you may have had using your charm and charisma form an in-person interview. They undoubtedly revealed your true character. What I’m speaking of is your desire to hurt youth emotionally, and physically. Need more concrete examples? How about ten bands? That lovely little game ruined so many child’s self esteem, and assuredly damaged their sternums. More evidence? How about teaching your students how to get chased through the streets of neighborhoods by the police? Finally I’ll leave you with one of your most winning moments: sneaking into a slumber party of tiny jr. high school girls, running around and scaring the life out of them, and finally dragging one outside and silly stringing her until she cried and wanted to go home (never to come back I might add). It seems you can’t escape your past. Maybe God is trying to tell you something. Listen up!
I am glad you got a job. And I would have given you the other job too. You should have put me as a reference. Thanks for always making me laugh with your blog. Aren’t I so much nicer than my husband?
boo ya!
I guess what you meant to name this post is “I have a job, so that means I won’t have any time for blogging, so I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted.” Is that what you meant?
Did you fall off the blogging planet?