Posted On: Wednesday - February 9th 2022 7:11AM MST
In Topics: General Stupidity Big-Biz Stupidity
There's plenty more that Peak Stupidity has in mind to write about than this post. However, this one has to come into pixel form right now, and you'll understand why in a minute.
This was a dream interview I had for a job at a "TECH" company, right there in the heart of it, the Bay Area. By "dream interview" I mean, literally. By "literally" I mean, literally literally, unlike that word's common usage by, well, the type of people in the interview room I was in ... in my dream. I would not be able to write this post if I had not woken up due to my rant at the end of said dream this morning.
Seriously, you know how it goes if you have a dream and don't wake up right afterwards. You don't remember it at all. Wait, so how do you "know how it goes"? I just figured that out long ago. If you get woken up during a dream, it will be vivid as all get-out, but if you don't, possibly one detail may just pop out at you the next day, but you sure won't have enough material for a blog post. There you go. That's why I'm writing this right now. Had I somehow been able to spill out the whole dream within 15 seconds, I'd have a very entertaining long post here. Hopefully, this is good enough.
I was in a fairly large board room in a tall office building in what I was under the impression of being San Francisco. (Well, I mean, if I thought that's where it was, than that's where it was. It's a dream anyway.) This company had some kind of big web site that was widely known. I sat there knowing that I am no software expert, with only a little informal training and a small amount of experience. Why they wanted me there never came up, but I knew that they had my meager (in that field) resume. They needed me for something though, and I was prepared to do my best there at this boardroom table.
There were about 6 people in the room, but the manager-to-be was doing most of the talking. She was at least 1/2 Oriental, and sort of cute, but not hot. These business suits ought to have shorter skirts, and BTW, maybe it shows you how behind my mind is on things, as, who would be wearing business suits in this business anymore, if they ever did, and what in the world would we be doing in a big office building anymore (more on this at the end)?
I already can't remember what this manager girl talked to me about other than her adding "I'm a divorcee", which had something to do with something. I thought it was unusual for that to come out in an interview, and no, unfortunately for all of us, this wasn't leading to one of THOSE kinds of dreams! After some more talk, I was about to ask about this divorce of hers but remembered you don't do that. Everything was all business-like and the others, all middle-aged guys in suits too, told me a few more things. Someone showed me a video of the big day when the company had an IPO and the CEO was going on CNBC. That day was past though, I and I had the feeling the place was beyond its heyday, whatever the hell it was that they did.
At some point, and I REALLY wish I could remember, as maybe this would tell me something about myself too, the young lady got in some disagreement with one of the guys and bitched him out. I was not in agreement with her, but, again, I was pretty clueless on the whole deal. At some point we moved to another floor in the tall building for some reason. It wasn't to look at anything tangible though, not even computer screens, so I don't know what the point in moving was.
I never knew what they did there. The girl, with some additional talk from the others described what I would be doing. I thought that maybe I got the idea. "OK, so you want me to find bugs in the code?" (See that's what I did for a while at another job, and it was a great way to learn all the software. However, that non-dream job was at a small company in which one could get a handle on all the software.) "No, that's not it at all." I explained the bit about "well, it would be a good way to learn your software..."
Nope, it was something vague, well this was a dream after all, and it's over an hour later, about liaisoning with people, about bringing people in through my contacts, and, oh, the pay never came up! Hey, wait a minute, was this a Pyramid sch ... ooops excuse me, Multi-level Marketing opportunity? It wasn't that though. I was just so behind what they were about, that I didn't know what this job would be.
OK, well, the interview was over, with no resolution on anything. We all headed out of the room toward the elevators (I remember we were on the 26th floor), and finally I decided it was time to speak up.
"I don't know what this job is! This whole operation makes no sense to me." "Listen, I don't do all that crap on-line. I'm not on Linked-In. I never joined Facebook. I don't join shit! I don't even know what the job is, and I don't want anything to do with this f___ing bitch!" Said "bitch" was inside the elevator before us, with the doors almost, but not all the way closed. See, as in real life, I didn't need the job that badly.
As I left the office building and the dream, I thought about some more things I wanted to say to the potential manager girl, some conservative thoughts about "maybe your job is to stay home and have some babies" and the like. Man, this was worse than thinking of the right thing to say on the way home. I was awake now, and there was no way to get back into that dream to tell these "TECH" idiots what I really thought about their whole lifestyle.
PS: I didn't write this post in order to get a dream analyzed, though maybe that would be interesting. I believe the thoughts came to me from my reading of Michelle Malkin's writing in her latest column* about her and her husband getting banned from AirBNB. Then, there is another article, from VDare's Eugene Gant that Ron Unz kindly posted about the large •Indian infiltration of the Big-Tech business - "The Indian CEO Virus"—Is It Good for the Historic American Nation?. I'm getting really sick of those people.
Secondly, this is the 2nd post about a dream I've had. The first was about a pleasant dream in the midst of the Kung Flu PanicFest - I had a dream .... After I woke up, I did remember that the dream for this post had nothing related to the 2-year-long PanicFest in it. Nobody was wearing face masks, and we were sitting close together at the big boardroom table. Boardroom?!! Geeze, even before the PanicFest, lots of these people would have worked remotely, and they definitely would be now.
* There are LOTS of comments there this time, heartening for a number of reasons. (One is just that I'd like Mr. Unz to keep her on. He likes page views.)
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Dieter Kief
Thursday - February 10th 2022 2:54PM MST
PS Mod. - a tale to tell at the campfire, this dream of oyurs, way into the night - the quarter moon hid behind some clouds, lots of stars out. An owl, a night owl babbling above the bushes and into the woods a bit from afar.
I bet a million bucks, you - could quite easily sell this experience to those tech-guys you dreamt about for a thousand quit per night (not more than six of these suckers admitted per session - waiting lists where they can apply if they feel the need to. - No guarantee that they'd actually be chosen though over the period of the next two years in which their application is valid, heheh. (For further details about the weak side of the tech-billionaires see David Guterson's novel Ed King - which can be used as an instruction manual. I think that that'd be sufficient for this kind of absolutely down-to-earth operations).
The dwonside of that all: No women admitted. Sorry. Here the rules are strict. Only guys - ahh well, an' maybe lesbians who are used to drinking beer from the brown bottle. - Heheh.
I bet a million bucks, you - could quite easily sell this experience to those tech-guys you dreamt about for a thousand quit per night (not more than six of these suckers admitted per session - waiting lists where they can apply if they feel the need to. - No guarantee that they'd actually be chosen though over the period of the next two years in which their application is valid, heheh. (For further details about the weak side of the tech-billionaires see David Guterson's novel Ed King - which can be used as an instruction manual. I think that that'd be sufficient for this kind of absolutely down-to-earth operations).
The dwonside of that all: No women admitted. Sorry. Here the rules are strict. Only guys - ahh well, an' maybe lesbians who are used to drinking beer from the brown bottle. - Heheh.
It’s been a long time since I’ve interviewed for a job. The last one was more like an audition where I was the casting agent, and I ultimately got to set the terms. It was the second time in my life where I had named my number and the other guy hit the bid without blinking, with me walking away kind of annoyed that I hadn’t asked for a whole lot more. Many might consider that to be a dream interview.
My most memorable interview was one of my first in NYC, shortly after I left the military: The hiring manager asked why I left the service, and I replied, “I want to make more money.”
The guy looked at me kind of disapprovingly and said, “That’s not very patriotic.”
The first thing that popped to mind was, “How many years did you serve?”
Needless to say, I did not get that job.