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tenuous
The interview was all paperwork and formalities and get-back-to-you-Monday; the dude who spoke to me is going to go speak to some other guy and see if they actually want me or not. The catch is, I am pretty sure that the dude who spoke to me has no idea how the tax industry actually works and I think he missed asking most of the relevant questions. I hope this doesn't make me look bad.
Also, I got grabby spam from two other recruiters today, all because I told someone somewhere I still have an active ptin? What the hell. (They're both out of town, so I'm not sure I even want to try). Related; the job I am apparently being put up for wants five years experience at doing this shit; I have three, and as it's seasonal work, it feels like much less than that. But. It is amazingly weird to think that I even have work experience worth mentioning, let alone worth putting forward for a five-year experience requirement. I almost feel like a real person now. Seriously - between the London recession, immigration, the Atlanta recession, and everything that ever happened in Lancs ever, I've rarely felt more than tenuously attached to the pulse of the world, certainly not of value (London spat me out); I've basically spent the last year desperately hoping I could fix that by moving up here, and failing at doing it.
I'm not sure if 'wait until monday' is the right thing to do right now. It probably is, as even if this gig doesn't pan out the agency think they can find one that does, and this January certainly looks to have a high level of appreciation for my ass. And Plan B ('go crawling back to previous steady employer') is still solid.
Also, I got grabby spam from two other recruiters today, all because I told someone somewhere I still have an active ptin? What the hell. (They're both out of town, so I'm not sure I even want to try). Related; the job I am apparently being put up for wants five years experience at doing this shit; I have three, and as it's seasonal work, it feels like much less than that. But. It is amazingly weird to think that I even have work experience worth mentioning, let alone worth putting forward for a five-year experience requirement. I almost feel like a real person now. Seriously - between the London recession, immigration, the Atlanta recession, and everything that ever happened in Lancs ever, I've rarely felt more than tenuously attached to the pulse of the world, certainly not of value (London spat me out); I've basically spent the last year desperately hoping I could fix that by moving up here, and failing at doing it.
I'm not sure if 'wait until monday' is the right thing to do right now. It probably is, as even if this gig doesn't pan out the agency think they can find one that does, and this January certainly looks to have a high level of appreciation for my ass. And Plan B ('go crawling back to previous steady employer') is still solid.