I called Nordis this afternoon to find out when they needed me to come in. (On Friday, He said to call monday to set up more particulars… when I asked when he wanted me to start, he mentioned that monday would be good, because of how shorthanded they are.)
I call monday, to arrange for Wednesday, maybe Thursday. He’s in meetings, so I leave two messages at opposite ends of the workday, including my work and home phone numbers. He never calls back.
I call today, and He’s in a meeting, and on speakephone, I tell him “Hey, it’s scott… just checking on what time you need me to come in.” He replies that he’s in a meeting, and that he’ll call me back. Ok. I call him back at 4 to let him know that I’m heading out, but would like to know when he’d like me to come in tomorrow to start work.
He says that they managed to keep Tuan, and that I probably won’t be needed. Um, What? I say.I told him that I’d already given my parting time to Kev. He says that we hadn’t settled on a starting time. I was so stunned, I neglected to mention to him that he wanted me on monday. He claims that he’s going into a meeting with Ronnie and that he will let me know the final decision later. I’m not holding my breath.
Fuck. Even if I *do* get the job now, I’m soured on the whole unprofessional level that it’s been handled. If I *don’t* get the job, I’ve blown a whole week of potential job searches into the toilet.
I’m skipping my beriatric appointment for tonight, because I just can’t afford to skip any hours. I’ll be back at FMM tomorrow.