Remember awhile ago, I put up a job posting I found that was so ridiculous, that I had to skewer it? The one about the "Bowne Quality Journey" and "aligning service output" and what such nonesense?

I, of course, interviewed with them. Had a serious connection there. And if I'm interpreting all the HR'ese correctly, it's the kind of stuff I do.

Funny thing about the job posting, though. Through all the discussion about the "Bowne Quality Journey" and "Bowne Balanced Planning Support", they forgot to mention something somewhat important about the job. Like it's hours.

Turns out the job is from 4-12. That's four in the afternoon to Midnight. That's kind of a big deal. Something that, oh, I don't know, should be kind of mentioned on the fucking job posting?

Found all of this out an hour into the interview. An hour. And all of this after having to take a cab because I left my address book at home and had to turn around to get it (you need an address book, of course, to fill out those stupid application forms they always give you when you interview, despite the fact nobody ever reads them or despite the fact they already have your fucking resume right in front of them. Oh, and turns out I didn't need it because they didn't give me the form). And having to wait fifteen minutes to get one because I thought it would be kind of easy to hail a cab where I live, what with living in the fucking heart of the Mission and all. And having to stress out because I was late for the interview, traffic sucked, and the cab driver is telling me everything I need to know about Greyhound and SuperShuttle in a monotone voice. And that I'm wearing a suit and it's 80 degrees in the City and I'm sweating all over the place. Not to mention the fact I pulled a huge connection to get this interview so now this snafu brings with it repercussions of which I could only guess at.

Oh yeah, total cost of the whole thing- $5 for breakfast so I'd have energy for a 11 o'clock interview and didn't know how long it would last and $12 bucks for the cab ride. Which means, $17 bucks for nothing. On top of the $20 I spent yesterday.

All of this for an interview I would never of gone near if I would of known it was at the hours it was. I mean, the idea of never having to wake up to an alarm and having the day off and seeing movies all afternoon is kind of appealing, but I do have a life, you know. Well, sometimes I do. Not to mention I'd have to miss all that TV by working those hours. Next season is the last season of Buffy and there's no way I'm missing that.

Sounds like I'm probably, might be getting a job I'm really not that excited about, one which would involve a bitchy commute and joining the Dark Side, but I'm thinking more and more about accepting it just so I don't have to fucking put up with this kind of crap again for a long, long time.

Oh, and here's One More Thing You Don't Want to see on the Way to an Interview-
Some tweaker sitting atop the BART station shaking and moaning while holding up porn magazines.