World Record Interview Rejection Oct., 2009

Seven interviews - including two out of state flights, a powerpoint presentation to two company VP's, a dinner with the wives, a psychological survey, a sales aptitude test and three trips to Sanford Florida resulting in no job.


I believe this to be a world record. I don't think anyone has even come close. To add insult to injury, the salary was only  $50K per year. Most people could hardly believe it, everyone thought that for that level of aggravation, it was a $100K + opportunity.


My effort was supreme. I researched the company, its history, the competition and everything related to what they did. I printed out web pages and studies to analyze their place in the market. I formulated relevant questions and based them on industry trends and market realities. I was fully armed at every interview and impressed every higher-up I met with.Instead of waiting for a call from the recruiter, I went directly to the VP in the area and got the interview. He was impressed with my resume' and business acumen and set up interview number two. The second interview was a 'homework assignment' in which I was to analyze a fictional company they gave me and create a powerpoint presentation with suggestions and advice. I created charts , graphs and insightful recommendations for the Acme Cleaning company and bought a fancy binder to present it in. On Monday morning I suited up and presented to the two regional VP's. Afterward, they said it was the best presentation they had ever seen! They asked me if they could keep it for future reference, and naturally I complied.


The next step in the process was to fly to Detroit and meet with the National VP of Sales. I arrived early and she was 20 minutes late. The National Sales Vp was hurried and stressed. We ate a fast food pizza lunch and she asked questions for  half an hour. She was unemotional and distant and thanked me for "researching their industry". This should have been the first warning sign. They flew me over 1500 miles,picked me up in a limo, then dispensed with me after a hurried, fast food lunch... The three people I met with in their Detroit office had more insight and clarity about the job than she did.


Upon my arrival in Florida, I was told that one of the VP's would like to take my wife and I out for dinner. Dinner went well and I am now assuming I have the job - who wouldn't at this point? Not so fast, the offer has still not been made... My next task was to speak with the corporate recruiter and take a sales aptitude test and a psychological profile over the internet - approx. time  - 3 hours. I asked the recruiter how I did the next day and he said "..you did great, scored high, no problem".  He then informed me that I would be receiving a 'benefits package' and an offer will be made in the next three days. A week later, I was told that I must do another interview with one of the VP's I met earlier. This latest interrogation was to "show me a day in the life at Linc Services..." It lasted 3 hours and the VP said he was confident I would do well in their organization.


I was now ready to start and asking when my first day would be. I received the benefits package which included the 401/K, the insurance package and all other benefits.  After not hearing from them for three days, I called to inquire about the position. They informed me that there was one final requirement that was just implemented. Their policy changed overnight and all new , prospective employees were now required to meet with the CEO before they were hired. I was booked on a flight to Atlanta the next day. Once again, I was escorted in a black limo to Linc Services in Atlanta. The recruiter was welcoming and let me know that he would be sitting in on the interview. We met in the conference room of their office, the meeting was confrontational and strained. The CEO's modus operandi was to deconstruct my past and re-arrange it to reflect his pre-conceived notions of who I am and why I'm not qualified to work at Linc Services. I had to stop him a couple of times to correct facts that he assumed to be true after being told what the prior circumstance was.  He seemed to take offense at the fact that I worked my way through college. He pressed me for obscure detail of compensation plans from a job 4 years prior, then blamed me for not explaining the exact answer he was looking for. In short, (and he was a short man), he was a complete idiot. A vertically challenged tyrant with short mans syndrome. I recovered from his verbal assaults the best I could and tried to end on a positive note. I asked him "When do I start?" and he just stared at me and said "not today". The guy was a complete jerk.
The next day, I got a call from the recruiter saying "We're gonna pass". I asked him "What do you mean?" He then told me of the decision of the moronic jerk in Atlanta. I told him of my time and energy invested and it was the typical fake empathy and corporate bullshit.


For a company to fly someone over 2500 miles, take them and their wife to dinner, submit them to testing and homework assignments, wave benefits in their face and then reject them is unforgivable. To show me "A day in the life at Linc" as though I was already hired is psychological torture. After a week of regaining my senses, I looked at their website and my anger reached new heights. They took the format of my Powerpoint presentation and incorporated it into their website! Prior to my arrival, there was no mention of them being a "green" company; in my presentation, I mentioned the benefits of this and sure enough - it's now mentioned on their website and their color scheme is now 'green'! If I had the time and money I would see these jackals in court. The best possible outcome for these hyena's would be for them to hire someone who hangs around for a year or two, produces absolutely nothign, milks every cent of salary out of them then quits or gets fired. It would be best if he is fired and collects unemployment for the maximum amount of time - two years. That way, they will have spent a large amount of money trying to hire me, train and pay someone else that doesn't work out then pay for their unemployment. I need to call them and find out how the new employee is doing....


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I Hate Ironing

I Hate Ironing                                                     

I hate ironing

It is a problem for me

I hate ironing

Pray tell oh can’t you see?

It is an activity that belittles

And makes me very sad

It demeans oneself

And makes you feel not glad

The terrible boredom and menial tasks that were created by the inventor of this ruse, has led me to believe that he too was a foe of humanity’s muse.

The iron is an object of discord and disdain, whosoever shall use it, will see this again and again. Pardon my prose in this atavistic screed, I just cannot stand it, I must be set free!

Ironing is akin to torture, a Gran Mal seizure

And an epileptic fit,

Why should we continue

This truly odious and useless skit?

I have an idea and an iron is involved, simply set it a light and cast it a far

First we must douse it with gasoline, any grade will do, get ready for high speed drama, don’t worry, no one will sue!

While in the car, one must pause and reflect, are we going fast enough for the demon iron to eject?

Using a trusty lighter, the funeral pyre has begun

Light it quickly my friend – it must be well done!

When 80 plus miles per hour is reached

It is time to toss the unsavory item, this useless beast!

Looking in the rearview it will bounce to and fro,

A jumping burning ember, a catharsis completely aglow!

Now if you’re really lucky, the iron will be hit

By a large semi truck barreling down on it.

Raise your fist in victory your nemesis has now died,

You’re not finished yet we must provide its final cry

Rushing back you’ll find

A scarred piece of metal begging to be released

Now the onerous task of burying it has come to you and me,

We will dig the hole deep, of earth, rock and clay

It will be on the side of the road, in an unmarked grave

Once finally shielded, from our human eyes,

Around we will look and from sheer joy we will cry

The iron has died!

The iron has died!       


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Letter to Avis car rental for their illegal surveillance tactics

Ron Nelson

6 Sylvan Way

Parsippany, NJ

07054

Mr Nelson:

I work for a major international manufacturing firm with offices in seven countries around the world.  I travel often, flying domestically as well as internationally and I rent vehicles during my visits.  My company, has a corporate account with Avis. 

My last trip took me to St Louis where I was scheduled to rent a car from Avis. Upon arriving at the airport, I proceeded to the Avis counter.  After confirming my reservation, they asked for a credit card. I produced my Sun Trust debit/check card. The rental agent told me that since my “credit” was not good enough, I could not rent a vehicle.  My personal credit was run, without my permission, from the information on my drivers license.  I confirmed this with the agent at the counter.  I know this to be true because I gave them my debit card  (as a secondary means) and my credit was run.

1.     It is illegal to run a persons credit without their SIGNED APPROVAL.

2.     Running a persons credit via their drivers license is also illegal and morally wrong.

3.     Avis has caused damage to me by running an “inquiry” on my credit (without my knowledge),costing 6 credit score points.

4.     This also happened to a VP in my company, and he has confirmed the credit hit.

After the illegal running of my credit, the counter agent handed my a 3X5 card from Experian, stating a generic reason for denial. In addition to the above listed wrongs, my personal credit has nothing to do with the credit of my company.

I ended up renting a car from Thrifty. While at the Thrifty counter, they remarked, “…that happens to a lot of people, they all end up over here.” Naturally I asked if anyone else had remarked on the illegal search and invasion of privacy of their drivers license and credit and they said no. This is what really incensed me. Avis has been getting away with this!  The dumbed down moronic public has been letting your company data mine them! Not any more sir. Your position is one of accountability and responsibility and you need to make a change. We are cancelling our corporate account and I am advising others to do the same.

Please change your policy immediately.

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Letter to the debacle known as Continental Airlines

Continental Airlines

Our Flight from Austin to Jacksonville, Fl on 6/22/11 was delayed due to weather. My business colleague and I had to spend the night in Houston. All flights to Florida ended at 7 pm even though the weather had been clear for hours prior to that.

All voucher accepting hotels were full, so we had to incur $30 in cab fare, $82 in hotel and $50 in meals for 2 breakfasts and two dinners, total of  $162.  The next morning, our flight to Jax, Fl was delayed three times and had three gate changes.  The stewardess on the flight to Jax, Fl was rude and seemed bothered by her job. 

Upon arriving in Jax, Fl one of our bags was lost. The value of the bag was $5000. The baggage clerk in Jax, Fl – Denise – was rude and unsympathetic. She told us that “…It is only common sense”, (implying we had none), to make sure we label every bag we hand over to Continental Airlines. She told us that the bar codes on the bags are not scanned. We later found out that this is not true. She finally offered a strained apology after I became more upset with her lack of professionalism and downright rude behavior toward your customer. She needs to be fired immediately.

We reported the lost bag. I called baggage tracking and they also seemed equally ill informed as to how bags are identified when Continental airlines takes possession of them.  I was told that bags are scanned only to “clear’ them, not to identify them. I could not get a straight answer to a most simple question of “ How do you identify your baggage?” I was then told that all bags end up in a warehouse in Houston, TX, whereby they are opened and the contents matched with my description of them. I was then informed that I have to fill out your lost baggage form, which I am doing; fax it to your system tracking center and wait.  Typing this letter, filling out the form and faxing it has taken 2 hours of my time. My time is worth $42 per hour, total = $84. Added to the above total, it is now $244 lost due to the inefficiency of Continental Airlines, not counting the time lost due to an overnight stay in Houston, TX and my lost bag, worth $5000.

I need Continental Airlines to compensate me for the $244 I have lost and I need my bag returned to me within the next 45 days.  I need either a voucher for the amount or a free, roundtrip ticket to the destination of my choosing that equates to the $244 I have lost. I will post this letter all over every social media outlet I can find, every blog and everyone I know if I am not compensated in some manner. The President of your airline does a little speech during pre flight, does he mean what he says or is it all smoke and mirrors and just another shallow airline scam? He will be my next point of contact if this issue is not resolved.


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Hartsfield Jackson Airport - musings on inefficiency and reasons for it

Hartsfield Jackson Airport  - musings on inefficiency and reasons for it

 The Atlanta Airport is getting too big for its britches.

The City of Atlanta has taken on a 10 year $5.4 billion dollar plan known as the Hartsfield Development Program (HDP) to enable the airport to meet the forecasted demands of nearly 121 million passengers per year, which will supposedly occur by the year 2015. These people know no bounds. The proposed plan has many items on its agenda for expansion, but by far the most challenging portion of this plan includes a 9,000 feet fifth runway (runway 10-28) with accommodating taxiway positioned on the airport to facilitate more arrival and departure traffic.  Although this new construction will decrease delays and allow for an increase in traffic, it is no small undertaking.  In fact, determining the best position for placement of this new runway has created challenges of its own because the existing 3,750-acre, landlocked airport is surrounded by interstate highways on three sides. 
Did you get that? SURROUNDED by interstates on THREE sides. O Sancta Simplicitas! When will these fools ever learn?

Merely building a new runway will not decrease the saturated airways or increase the ability to accept more traffic without proper management and facilities to support an expansion.  So the question remains, will this new runway with all of its technological advances and record breaking feats really decrease delays and allow for increased arrivals into the Atlanta airport?  Atlanta's Department of Aviation thinks it will.  I disagree.  Although these expansions are in place to meet the predicted forecast of 121 million passengers by the year 2015 Atlanta's aviation advisors are already working on even further expansions.  In an alternate expanded plan, designers had originally envisioned even a sixth runway, but due to the fact that it wasn't economically viable to the surrounding community, that plan has been dismissed. Did you get that? They finally had a moment of sanity – the “sixth” runway would not be economically feasible for the surrounding community. A fifth would -  but     a sixth would not. A brief moment of sanity.

Enough of the mis-guided attempts of Atlanta city planners, let’s focus on the real world effects of equally idiotic airline companies that continually delay ticket holders through a sadistic scheme of false hope and knowingly inaccurate promises.

Delta has decided that it is better to just shut down, than to possibly delay travelers on the Tarmac. Their latest justification is a legal action brought against Continental Express for keeping passengers on the Tarmac for six hours. One of the numerous complaints listed on www.my3cents.com is:

    “Bottom line; consider avoiding Delta Airlines in case you expect to go on a trip that requires advanced planning on YOUR part. You cannot count on Delta to meet whatever commitments they make when you book flights with them. This airline is in complete disarray!”

This website lists so many complaints against this airline that I could not click through all of them.  They include lost laptops, bogus weather reports (when all other airlines are flying out), and my personal favorite – shutting down. After they shut down, they offer “airport kits” over the intercom. These “kits” are designed for you to use while sleeping in the airport. Their shutdown is complete, they cannot be reached by phone for up to two days. In response to delays that occurred in Nov. 2009, a US Senator got involved -

Sen. Charles E. Schumer (D-N.Y.) issued a statement in response to the delays, saying the country's aviation system was "in shambles" and that the FAA needed more resources to prevent such problems and modernize its equipment.

"If we don't deliver the resources, manpower and technology, these technical glitches that cause cascading delays and chaos across the country are going to become a very regular occurrence," he said.

Chaos across the country… cascading delays… a “regular occurrence”.

Overly aggressive construction and development coupled with a complete lack of human concern on the part of the airline industry has turned the Atlanta airport into a denizen of despair. Just walking through that airport makes one wonder at the carrying capacity of the physical space. There will be a tipping point for this reckless abandon. It cannot continue on its present course. The worse thing about it is that the airlines (Delta in particular) have expressed absolutely no sense of empathy for any of their paying passengers. How about a PR campaign to let people know they are working to correct the mistakes of the past? They could create suggestion programs, flight guarantees and rebates, (even if done on a percentage basis). Any legitimate business would. Something– anything to help their customers. But no – they are a monolithic behemoth, a nightmare of gargantuan proportions that doesn’t give a rats ass whether you live or die in the wake of their manufactured misery. My theory is that these alleged “airlines” are actually government study groups to observe and record the breaking points of people’s sanity. Passengers are essentially lab rats in this macabre experiment. Think about it – the cameras, the personnel, the security -the fish bowl nature of an airport. What a great way to observe the unraveling of the human mind! And the worst thing about it is that you are paying to be an observed monkey on behalf of Delta Airlines to push you to the outer edge of despair.

Maybe we, (the people), should begin wearing drool cups on every flight through Atlanta. Let it make the news. Let’s be photographed drooling like Pavlov dogs as we stumble through this lexicon of madness. Derail the experiment! Let them know that we are on to them! Only then, with massive media attention, can we truly effect change and turn back this earthquake of ill repute, this temerity, this unmitigated gall of our worst fear – flying through Hartsfield Jackson airport.


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Built "Ford Tough" in Kauai, Hawaii

Built “Ford Tough” in Kauai                                                                

Zen philosophy is all about the duality of things – nature, man, etc. and says that one cannot have extreme happiness without its polar opposite – absolute despair. Yin and Yang, light and darkness.  It was this school of thought that was impressed upon me on February 21^st, 2010 - a day that will never be forgotten .
 

After having one of the best surf sessions of my life on the south side of the island of Kauai’ we headed out to the most western side of the island to the beach at Poliahu in our company rented Ford 4X4. The rental agent made us sign a waiver to make sure we did not take the vehicle off road... We went to see the 18 ft waves and ended up viewing a possible end to our careers and financial futures. Josh, Tony and I were all in high spirits and driving to what we would soon find out was the middle of nowhere – the furthest most north and western point of the Hawaiian islands. The next stop would be the Midway Islands, then Japan.  

 After a half hour drive we then had another thirty minute long tumble down a road that seemed to be cratered with mortar shells.  Upon arriving at the beach we saw a sign that was covered with surf decals that said “emergency phone” – however there was no “phone” in it. We later learned that the phone was about a half mile away - and did not work.  At the infamous beach, we proceeded to climb a dirt road with no problem, (which instilled more false confidence), then we saw the ocean. The eighteen foot waves thundered onto the beach and we were in awe of the sight.  Since the sun was setting we had no time to waste to rush into oblivion. We took a right and tried to climb further, decided that was a bad idea and went directly into the 2 foot deep tire tracks down to the beach. The truck seemed to sink a little, but hey, no worries, it’s a 4X4! We sunk further as we drove and everyone became very quiet. Someone said “try backing up” and we did – a little.  “Try going forward” Nothing.

This is the point where panic began to set in.  We got out and started digging. We tried using boogie boards for leverage but it just got worse. Tony tried to dig a mote to stop the water – no help.
The surf began to swirl around the truck when the occasional wave came in - indicating the approaching of high tide...
 
 Out of nowhere appeared a native Hawaiian and his homeless girlfriend. They said that they knew someone that might be able to get us out but that he is probably drunk and would be useless.  She offered to give a ride to one person if we bought them gas. We should have taken the offer right then and there however we kept digging as the sun set for another 20 minutes. I glanced over as they watched from the top of a hill and saw the last of the light fading fast. Then it hit me – get them to give Josh a ride to get help or stay here and watch our rented 4X4 float off to Japan. I screamed “Josh – Get your wallet – these people will take you to call for help!”  Josh ran to go with them and Tony and I settled in to wait.  We gathered everything from the truck and brought it up the shore.  Tony was freaking out that “Josh just left us here”, I didn’t feel like explaining my decision – I was more focused on survival techniques.  We seized the high ground and fashioned weapons from empty bottles.  There is something about being left in the middle of nowhere with no phone service, no shelter, nothing – but a sinking, uninsured, (make sure you don’t go off road), built Ford Tough , truck.  At least we had moonlight. 

 The wait was compounded by the unknowing of Josh’s status.  After waiting three hours it seemed like eight.  Josh finally got back and we were told that three tow trucks are on their way.  The first truck showed up and within 5 minutes got stuck. The next truck’s driver debated with the driver of the first truck and did not proceed onto the beach. Finally, after about an hour of standing around, the tow truck company owner said “let me call my nephew, he’s crazy - he will get you out”. So we waited another hour.  The nephew showed up, we heard his truck before we saw it. The nephew drove a Dodge Diesel 4X4 that was raised about four feet off the ground. The truck was a beast. He proceeded to tear onto the beach as though he owned it, with reckless abandon.  Tony told him beforehand, “ you might not want to get too close to the water, its very soft sand” Our Hawaiian hero rebuked Tony’s caution with “I own this beach”.  Within three minutes of his comment, he too was stuck. Now our true Zen moment had arrived. The moon was shining off the 18 ft waves – a beautiful sight – and we were staring at over $100,000 worth of vehicles stuck in a beach with a rising tide. 

The Hawaiians began digging furiously and using a jack to raise the truck higher in the sand. Their language changed and everyone was sweating and turning white.  The nephew remarked  “…this beach has changed for me, I have 18 ancestors buried on this island...” Slowly, they raised each of their trucks and got them out. Ours remained, with an occasional wave surrounding it.  The Hawaiian team then began the same procedure with our vehicle as they did with theirs.  They began digging and jacking each wheel to raise the chassis off the sand.  It took them (and us) at least twice as long to raise the frame of the vehicle out of the sand, I heard one of them say “…you’ve got to break the suction of the water..”, something I didn’t need to hear at the time.  Slowly, we repeated the process for each tire and fought back the occasional wave that would surrounded the sinking vehicle with water.  Finally, the moment of reckoning had arrived. The truck was sufficiently raised and the tow strap attached.  I remember telling everyone to say a silent prayer.  Additional air was removed from the tires, we deflated each tire down to 10 lbs each.  The crazy nephew backed up his Dodge beast to our potential future and began a countdown over his loudspeaker to coordinate with the driver of our truck.  “ One… Two… Three…”, he hit it and the truck jumped backwards.   “One…Two…Three…”, he hit it again and the truck moved.  “One…Two…Three”, this time the Dodge yanked our Ford like a rag doll and pulled it up out of harms way from the ocean.  The beast pulled our truck out and got stuck again on the way back to the road.  They figured it out and got us out. 

We were towed to the entrance road with little air in our tires and surrounded by five Hawaiian tow trucks, obviously to prevent our escape when they dropped the hammer of the bill on us.  Conversations prior to this point were $3-500 as standard, maybe $750. Suffice to say the final damage was north of that. Far north, $1,750..... The look on Josh’s face was priceless.  It was a miserable look of disdain and defeat, then a thundering silence. We all gulped and realized the alternative – a new mortgage payment on a Ford 4x4 that was floating off to Japan.  Our island friends then gave us air for our tires and we drove back, mainly in silence.  We dodged a huge bullet in a big time way and spent the next day removing half of the beach from the chassis of our built Ford Tough truck.  The company VP, Sean, called Tony on the “day after” and asked if we had been surfing yet.  Tony replied “…well, today was a different day.” Yes, a different day indeed.



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Rules for the Travelling (flying) Public

Rules for the Travelling (flying) Public                                          

1.     When exiting aircraft, stand up, grab your bag from the overhead and simply exit. Don’t stand there, wondering what to do.

2.     When standing at the jet-way, keep your tongue in your mouth, no one wants to see it.

3.     If I can feel you exhale, you’re too close to me, back off.

4.     If you are in the continental United States and English is not your primary language, don’t speak. Your incessant babbling confuses people and is a safety hazard.

5.     When speaking on your phone realize that no one cares about your idiot kid and his “accomplishments”, broadcasting this to the world only angers people.

6.     If you are a halfway decent looking woman, know this: You’re not all that, no one is watching and you are not in a fashion show.

7.     If you are a man, refrain from wearing scarves, ascots or tunics, it makes you look gay.

8.     If you need an “extender” for your seat belt, you are officially too fat too fly and you need to take a bus or utilize a webcam. Your friends will appreciate not having to pick up a baby elephant at the airport and risk vehicle damage.

9.     If you are reading a newspaper, don’t attempt to navigate your way to a gate. This only proves your idiocy.

10. Walking and speaking on a cell phone is also a hazard to the general public, you cannot effectively do both things at once and we will have to deal with your self-importance by actively avoiding you in the terminal.

11. Take your freaking hat off; you are not in the desert.

12. If travelling with children, know this, the bible says “Spare the rod, spoil the child”, 2000 years of recognized scripture might have a kernel of truth to it.

13. Flying is not glamorous, don’t pretend it is.

14. If you have had a hard day at work, don’t complain about it as a substitute for meaningful conversation, it makes you look pathetic.

15. Don’t stare at strangers, they will not recognize you, you will never see them again and they aren’t looking to “connect” with you.

16. Realize the TSA employee only makes $10 per hour, treat them as such.

17. If you are over age 65, stop acting like the airlines are something “new” or “wondrous” and “awe inspiring”.

18. Realize that the airline sees you as a piece of luggage, to be dealt with, not a human being. When the flight attendant yells at you to put your seat up know that she is acting that way because you are perceived as a nuisance and an inanimate object.

19. Bathe at least a day before you fly, chances are, you stink.

20. When all else fails, consume alcohol. This will kill active brain cells, sufficiently dumbing you down to be the mental equivalent of the flying public. Now they won’t bother you as much.

21. Do not bring a home made ground beef sandwich wrapped in tinfoil aboard the plane, eat it with a plastic fork then slurp coffee as you scroll through your I Phone you cheap bastard.

22. Air rage is an unfortunate by- product of the airline industry. Refrain from stabbing the sandwich eating creep next to you in the neck with a plastic fork. It is a felony and you won’t be able to fly again.

23. When a sandwich eating freak starts reading USA Today as though it is a holy scroll of journalism, realize he is a true moron and that color coded generic news reprints have no relevant standing as a legitimate source of information.

24. Have a nice flight!


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