Did you ever see the Bill Murray movie, Groundhog Day? Where the lead character lives the same day over and over and over again?
Welcome to my life.
As I mentioned before, I'm job hunting. As part of the process, I'm doing "go sees" at personnel agencies. These experiences have not been pleasant.
Why do I send them a resume? They ask me to repeat all the information on the resume. Each and every blinkin' time.
Then there are the asinine tests. Typing. Spelling. Math. Alphabetizing lists. Yo, people, if I couldn't do these tasks, I wouldn't have been working as long as I have.
By the time I get to the "personal" interview, I'm snarling.
Perhaps this explains why I've never gotten a job through a personnel agency.
Added to the frustration is the fact that I've been hit with bird bombs twice this week. Not once, twice. Once on the sleeve of a new jacket that I was wearing for the first time, fortunately on the way home...and the second time, on the collar of a new shirt while I was on my way to work. Didn't know about it until a kind lady on the streetcar mentioned it to me. So I had to do laundry in the office washroom before I could go in. Thank heavens for those "stain pens", had one in my purse and it proved very useful. Being hit with a bird bomb is supposed to be good luck. For whom? I think those little feathered monsters have it in for me.