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This is small beans compared to the horror stories on here. I'm employed full time, essential on-site staff. My union had been threatening a strike for months; around the time the word started getting used out loud, I also started looking for a new job. I found a decent fitting position. After two months, I get invited to take a test online. Two more months later, I get invited to interview another after that, which was great timing since scabs kneecapped our negotiations. The interview was today, scheduled for eight thirty in the morning. I get in there two minutes late because of icy roads and check in at the front desk where they tell me to take the elevator to the fourth floor and the interviewer will greet me there. This job would have paid five more dollars an hour and offered comparable insurance but would have required nights,…


This is small beans compared to the horror stories on here.

I'm employed full time, essential on-site staff.

My union had been threatening a strike for months; around the time the word started getting used out loud, I also started looking for a new job.

I found a decent fitting position.

After two months, I get invited to take a test online.

Two more months later, I get invited to interview another after that, which was great timing since scabs kneecapped our negotiations.

The interview was today, scheduled for eight thirty in the morning.

I get in there two minutes late because of icy roads and check in at the front desk where they tell me to take the elevator to the fourth floor and the interviewer will greet me there.

This job would have paid five more dollars an hour and offered comparable insurance but would have required nights, weekends, and holidays. I wasn't too enthusiastic about that part. My partner and I thrive in spite of the money because of the time we have together; this interview was basically for me to ask about the schedule (though I knew the high wage had to be a “shift premium”).

I waited by the elevators until eight forty five. Nobody came to meet me. I decided that if the hiring manager can't be arsed to meet me on time (or forgive two minutes), then I really didn't want to work for this outfit. In fact, I'd rather go to the liquor store.

So I went to the liquor store.

Along the way, I thought at least twice about how, if I wasn't already employed, I'd have stood by those elevators until nine o' clock, maybe later. I'd have jumped through every hoop thrown at me. I understood I had great privilege in taking a paid day off to “cheat on” my job only to get stood up. I was able to just walk away from it.

I'll start looking again tomorrow.

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