Mood goes ... thunk.

[resonant]

So I got 100% on a Microsoft Excel test yesterday, and I came home from work and removed a metric shit-ton of junk from my basement today, and I was feeling pretty darned good.

And then the spouse e-mailed me a link to a job in New City, and I thought, "Well, it's more secretarial work, which I don't really want, but on the other hand I have to have a job and it might be good practice to apply for this one."

So I download the application, and like the first question after basic identification is, "Have you ever been fired or asked to leave a job?"

And now my stomach is full of live squirmy things.

Obviously I'm going to have to process my damned feelings about this thing, even though it was eleven years ago and the company no longer exists¹, because I really can't be in the middle of a job interview and suddenly have a belly full of squirm.

Everything in the whole world sucks.

¹(and even though my preference regarding emotions will be familiar to anybody who ever tried to write in the POV of John Sheppard or Benton Fraser)

Comments

[norah]

IDEA: LIE LIKE A RUG. 11 years ago, the company no longer exists, and you're good at what they are asking for. NUNNA THEIR BUSINESS and will keep you from having a gigantic button out there going "PRESS ME" during interviews.

[resonant]

That was my original plan. But the boss who fired me is now working in the same industry as the company I'd really like to work for, so the odds of someone hearing the real story are ... maybe not high, but nonzero. And I sure don't want to find myself in a position where this crap has a chance to wreck me twice.

I told the whole sordid story at lunch today, to make a start in dealing with it. The first thing I discovered was that I was the only person at the table who had only been fired once -- useful perspective! And the Hilarious Bastard suggested tracking down someone who works in human resources and getting advice on how to word things, which I thought was excellent advice.