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-I was offered an internship at [a company henceforth referred to as] Zombies, Inc. Because evidently nothing else is going to bite until I have studied enough to take that last goddamned exam, I said yes. To an unpaid internship. I'm 28, for hell's sakes. I hate me, hate my capacious bank accounts, hate planet earth, etc. Therefore I will tolerate earning no money while hastening the zombie apocalypse.
Honestly it will be useful as hell - the job is financial research analysis, mostly, which will legit open a lot of doors that I would like to have open. What with them not paying me, I will have the levity to keep working for the Dingbat and hold back time to myself for studying. (I am honest-to-god studying properly this week, and I got through another bogglingly technical part. Hope I can keep it up).
'Startup' does appear to be a byword for 'hot people who swear at work'. I will 50% fit in, except for being mortifyingly old. Everyone was fresh-out-of-school except for one VP who may have had a year or so on me, and the delightfully incongruous old, shirt-and-tie CFO who started telling Scotsman jokes at me. My interviewer wore a tiny, tiny sundress. The thing about being surrounded by hot people is that awkward moment at the end where they ask if you have any questions and your brain goes 'yeah can we make out?'
-there are a few elements of startup casualness that weird me out, and also evoke my cynicism; I figure it's the same trap as any other small business but with squeakier grandiosity. It doesn't matter because the lack of money is the same.
The interview questions were different from normal, is one thing. A few usual ones were missing, like 'why did you leave ATL?' Maybe it was obvious, but more likely it was overlooked. References were never even requested. What really blindsided me was that - and no joke, this is only the second time it's ever happened iirc - interest was expressed, by multiple people, in my undergrad degree. Albeit mostly in the form of 'what in the everloving fuck'. (Nobody does single-honours HPS at undergrad. Leeds is the only place in the UK that even offers it and there were nine of us in my year-group, about half of whom were joint-honours students.) I expect I'll never again be able to spin it as an advantage in a job interview - I was honestly able to say I understood the language of apocalypse-hastening better than most humanities grads. What an amazingly weak statement.
The offer, thus far, is both vague yet already in flagrant violation of FLSA law on not paying people to work for you, in that they want to swing this with no fixed term, which I am sure Zombies, Inc has been doing for as long as it has existed (ie. since last thursday), and which is illegal. I am honestly not sure how much to stickle about these little details (plural, because I am sure there will be more of them), partly because it's not particularly to my personal advantage one way or the other, partly because I am fucking 28 years old, partly because I can afford to put up with this bullshit, partly because I can afford to not put up with this bullshit. But I am kind of bothered about what this culture is doing to the people who can't afford to have it done to them.
-the punchline, if you were wondering, was that the Mob finally got back in touch with me this afternoon while I was on the phone accepting this internship. I could kill all the bitches. I really need to return that call tomorrow, and I honestly don't know what to say, other than 'lol'. :/
-'I honestly don't know what to say, other than 'lol'' is now this blog and I am sorry about that.
Honestly it will be useful as hell - the job is financial research analysis, mostly, which will legit open a lot of doors that I would like to have open. What with them not paying me, I will have the levity to keep working for the Dingbat and hold back time to myself for studying. (I am honest-to-god studying properly this week, and I got through another bogglingly technical part. Hope I can keep it up).
'Startup' does appear to be a byword for 'hot people who swear at work'. I will 50% fit in, except for being mortifyingly old. Everyone was fresh-out-of-school except for one VP who may have had a year or so on me, and the delightfully incongruous old, shirt-and-tie CFO who started telling Scotsman jokes at me. My interviewer wore a tiny, tiny sundress. The thing about being surrounded by hot people is that awkward moment at the end where they ask if you have any questions and your brain goes 'yeah can we make out?'
-there are a few elements of startup casualness that weird me out, and also evoke my cynicism; I figure it's the same trap as any other small business but with squeakier grandiosity. It doesn't matter because the lack of money is the same.
The interview questions were different from normal, is one thing. A few usual ones were missing, like 'why did you leave ATL?' Maybe it was obvious, but more likely it was overlooked. References were never even requested. What really blindsided me was that - and no joke, this is only the second time it's ever happened iirc - interest was expressed, by multiple people, in my undergrad degree. Albeit mostly in the form of 'what in the everloving fuck'. (Nobody does single-honours HPS at undergrad. Leeds is the only place in the UK that even offers it and there were nine of us in my year-group, about half of whom were joint-honours students.) I expect I'll never again be able to spin it as an advantage in a job interview - I was honestly able to say I understood the language of apocalypse-hastening better than most humanities grads. What an amazingly weak statement.
The offer, thus far, is both vague yet already in flagrant violation of FLSA law on not paying people to work for you, in that they want to swing this with no fixed term, which I am sure Zombies, Inc has been doing for as long as it has existed (ie. since last thursday), and which is illegal. I am honestly not sure how much to stickle about these little details (plural, because I am sure there will be more of them), partly because it's not particularly to my personal advantage one way or the other, partly because I am fucking 28 years old, partly because I can afford to put up with this bullshit, partly because I can afford to not put up with this bullshit. But I am kind of bothered about what this culture is doing to the people who can't afford to have it done to them.
-the punchline, if you were wondering, was that the Mob finally got back in touch with me this afternoon while I was on the phone accepting this internship. I could kill all the bitches. I really need to return that call tomorrow, and I honestly don't know what to say, other than 'lol'. :/
-'I honestly don't know what to say, other than 'lol'' is now this blog and I am sorry about that.
