I got my offer letter from GHR on Friday and gave Weston my two weeks' notice. They just about liked to shit.

Bob was nearly in tears. He hated to see me go, but I told him, "I've been here for six years and I need new challenges. I'm way too young to be married to the same job for the rest of my life like everyone else in that department."

Of course while I'm meeting with Bob, Clay goes and blabs to the entire department that I'm leaving. I probably would have like to tell them myself Clay, but whatever.

It's actually kind of funny. They didn't know what to do when someone quits. They haven't had anyone quit on them in like 7 years. Uh...uhh...what do we do!?!

What was really funny was, Bob kept lamenting when we had to fire Scott, "Aww, he messed up our turnover statistics. We haven't had anyone leave other than retirement in like 6 or seven years." I just kept smiling to myself, "Just wait about a month; I'm going to double them."

Labels: Work

I just interviewed with a company, GHR Systems today. They're located in Chesterbrook which is great for me. They do Lending Origination software for the mortgage industry. (Now ask me what that means)

They seemed really interested in me. Does that mean that they're desperate? Maybe. ;)
One of the things that impressed me about them, was they had a little pre-screening phone interview in which they actually asked me questions about object-oriented design and how I would approach specific problems. It kind of took me off guard. I hadn't come to expect that in a phone interview. It was very on-the-spot. Looking back, I could have answered one or two questions better, had I been given some time to think about them. Some of those questions really intrigued me.

Evidently they were impressed at least to te point where they wanted to set up a face to face. Cool. I went to the face to face today, very prepared, had my application filled out ahead of time, read up a little on the company. I was a touch late because of traffic. It was flooding so traffic was backed up about fifteen minutes, but not bad.

I think I interviewed very well. They seemed to like me. They did some more OO questions, asked me architecture questions, approach questions. They didn't ask me anything personal, which kind of put me on alert. Most companies, if they're interested, will ask you about your personal life, or start orienting you with their architecture. If they're not, they just try to get through the interview as fast as possible, simply out of courtesy. I was relieved when they started demonstrating some of their architecture and asked me what I would do in some situations. I didn't even get asked about the fact that I don't have a degree until I was walking out the building. And it seemed like they understood my situation. They didn't even blink.

After the interview, I was driving home. I guess I had the stereo up a little loud because I didn't hear the phone ring. No I had it off for the interview. I pulled into the Giant in Phoenixville to get some dinner and things, and I decided to give Finny Phillip at Spherion (my recruiter) a call just to let him know how things went.

Well shit, in the fifteen minutes it took me to drive home from Chesterbrook, they had called my recruiter and extended an offer. Holy shit. I know I'm a bad-ass, but damn that was fast. Well shit, I jumped on that. I'm going to wait until I get my offer letter in the mail and then I'm gigving Weston two weeks notice.

Labels: Work

You know, if Domino's Pizza were any good, they wouldn't need to hawk fucking brownies with their pizza.

And isn't that the kid from The Nanny delivering the pizza? I was pretty sure you needed work after that, but damn.

Link to the commercial on YouTube

I will give them credit for this, though. I am ashamed to admit this, but I have been having the Brooklyn-style pizzas and they're not bad. Kind of tasty in fact. I'm kind of sick of them now. (Partially because the delivery guy can't fucking count. My bill was like $21 and I handed him two $20 bills. The guy had a fucking meltdown.) I don't know what's different about them, but they aren't Domino's typical nasty fare. I'm sure whatever is different about them won't last and will return to being nasty.

Labels: Advertising, Rants, TV

WHAT THE FUCK DO DAT MEAN!???????!?!?!!!!?!

If people would just do what I tell them and stop arguing with me, life would work out much better.

Believe me, I don't speak unless I know what the hell I'm talking about. So whe I DO open my mouth, shut the fuck up and listen!

Wouldn't you rather listen to the guy who is right 99% of the time instead of arguing with him and getting proven wrong anyway?

Most people fucking argue with me because they think I'm so young that I don't know what I'm talking about. "Young punk. Can't tell me nuthin."

Yeah, but you look real stupid when you got proven wrong by the young punk. Doesn't it bruise your ego less when you just listen, do it right, and don't look like an ass, than when you start an argument in front of people, make EVERYONE look bad, and now the fact that you were so blatantly wrong is exposed?

Labels: Philosophizing, Rants

YEEEEESSSSS!!!! Thank ya Jeesus!

My mother got a goddamn job. And it's a good one, too. It's with Taleo, whoever the hell that is. Not that I care. It pays $80,000! It looks like she'll be getting the hell out of my space around February.

Now, if I could just find a job ;)