I have an interview for a journalist job. I might end up writing about Juve 
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You're such a fake fan. Of course not.
I'd write how Agnelli bribed FIGC to withdraw claims.
I actually think I'd the best journalist in the country if they give me Juventus/Serie A to handle.
Sadly, that ain't gonna happen.
I wish! That would be a great job and one of the rare jobs I'd do with passion (movie talks). Books too, surely, but that's way too harder as it takes too much time to read quality stuff. Or I could just read Coelho in one day and talk shit about him.
However I'm writing my own book already, so there will be some kid writing about me in the future.
Some girls throw themselves at me just because I published some texts on a facebook page where I have 2500 likes. Funny, great and sad at the same time.
At some point? No. It will be like that right from the beginning as that alone is a factor of my employment, I kid you not, since this site only publishes online.
--
So I came back from the interview and... it was one of the weirdest ever. So... there was me, going to the fifth floor of a great building where big budget companies hold their ground. I came 10 minutes early, but the bald guy, who was a manager of some sort, waved and told me to come in. It felt nice and quiet seeing 30-50 people sitting at their PCs typing. So I went in, shook his hand while looking at his expensive suit. When I went to sit down, he whispered my name while digging through a mountain of CVs he's having on his desk and goes -- oh here it is, Dusan, okey. And so it began. The horror and comedy.
Him: Oh come on BRO, what's this picture on your CV? :laughs: You look so stiff and serious, you're nothing like that in person! I was wondering whether to take your CV at all as I thought you're so serious and stuff!
Me: :thinking: is this guy fucking with me, I think I should punch him in the face. But I kept it cool and went on: Oh, no, you know how they say a CV picture should actually be kinda mature.
Him: Oh, yeah. Wait... why does it say here you're unemployed? Remove that, haha.
Me: I wrote that so companies would know they'd recieve a benefit since I'm unemployed for over six months, so they'd get reduced taxes.
Him: Oh... right... haven't thought about that.
Me: :thinking: ok, he's having a laugh. I think I can murder him and escape with the elevator. Ehm... so...
Him: Ok, so you're BA in economics.
Me: That's right.
Him: Which university did you go to?
Me: That one.
Him: Who was your favorite professor?
Me: Ivica...
Him: Why?
Me: Because he was an excellent professor, who, despite being one of the hardest to pass, he held his classes like nobody eles, plus, he was the only one critically oriented which I liked.
Him: Oh, ok. So... hmmmm.... you could write about economy?
Me: Yes, I don't see why not, I'd just need to follow news more closely like I used to when I follewed stock market, gold prices and other news. I even wrote about it, as a part of globalization paper that I had, but nothing published.
Him: Good, good. So... did you follow elections?
Me: ... Yeah.
Him: Tell me about it.
Me: Tell you... what? My opinion on it?
Him: No, tell me about it. And then your opinion about it.
Me: Well, Vucic was elected with 55% of the votes while Jankovic had 15%, so there won't be a second round..
Him: 16%
Me: ... ok, but votes kept and some are still counting cause of that so-called fraud...
Him: Tell me more about it, what fraud...
Me: 800.000 more voters appeared out of nowhere, dead people. Dead.
Him: That's a high number. :arrogant: That would mean that every house got a paper to vote with some dead family member on it...
Me: Yes. And my house received one for my dead grandfather who died 30 years ago.
Him: Oh... and who's fault is that...
Me: Country. I guess. (skipping boring part next)
Me: So if you're judging articles by views, how would you look at mine when I write about gold, and some other writes about celebrities?
Him: How do you think I compare?
Me: Well... economy compared with economy articles, sport with sport etc.
Him: Exactly! Of course I wouldn't compare your article about gold with some other who writes about Soraja's naked ass!
Me: Yeah... that... what
Him: When naked pics of Dara Bubamara appeared we had 1 million views, bro, I can't compare that with anything, not even our new president being appointed.
Me: Yeah that's... yeah.
Him: Did you go to the protests?
Me: Yeah (that's where I thought I ate shit but I tried to fight my way out while continuing: ... but I was at that part of the city with my friend, so I happened to be there once. I didn't even stay during the whole thing.
Him: Was it organized?
Me: Didn't seem so.
Him: Why?
Me: Because crowd moved like that, unorganized and without a leader. It looked like students and young people are out to protest. Don't think anyone is behind it.
Him: Ok, ok. (skipping....). .... so... it was good talking with you.
Me: And you. Bye.
And there was I in the elevator thinking what the fuck just happened. Was that an interview... for a job... or some random talk with a guy who told me 'bro' like five times and who was laughing, asking stupid questions and messing around? Then I went on some site where you type a company name and you see how people rate it and comment about it while working there. Turns out that one guy wrote how a guy owning that company is one of the top people from the political party where Vucic is, our PM and newly elected president. He was actually asking to check if I'm a fan of his or not (and I fucking hate the guy) and if I'm going to huge protests happening in Belgrade these days. After 3 hours it went on as I got a call from his secretary. Judging by her voice I'd say she's quite young.
Her: Hi Dusan, you was here today for that interview... right
Me: :boiling: yeah...
Her: Ok so you start on Monday.
Me: :thinking: wtf is happening. Oh... yeah... ok. Is it in the same building?
Her: Yeah, yeah, same shit.
Me: O....k. See ya!
... and here's me sitting now. Wondering. What the fuck happened today. I did not invent stuff, some of my answers were different and I talked like I came to NASA. How that guy talked is exactly how typed. So yeah. It felt and still feels so weird that I had to share. Jesus Christ!
I'd write how Agnelli bribed FIGC to withdraw claims.
I actually think I'd the best journalist in the country if they give me Juventus/Serie A to handle.
Sadly, that ain't gonna happen.
I wish! That would be a great job and one of the rare jobs I'd do with passion (movie talks). Books too, surely, but that's way too harder as it takes too much time to read quality stuff. Or I could just read Coelho in one day and talk shit about him.
However I'm writing my own book already, so there will be some kid writing about me in the future.
Some girls throw themselves at me just because I published some texts on a facebook page where I have 2500 likes. Funny, great and sad at the same time.
At some point? No. It will be like that right from the beginning as that alone is a factor of my employment, I kid you not, since this site only publishes online.
--
So I came back from the interview and... it was one of the weirdest ever. So... there was me, going to the fifth floor of a great building where big budget companies hold their ground. I came 10 minutes early, but the bald guy, who was a manager of some sort, waved and told me to come in. It felt nice and quiet seeing 30-50 people sitting at their PCs typing. So I went in, shook his hand while looking at his expensive suit. When I went to sit down, he whispered my name while digging through a mountain of CVs he's having on his desk and goes -- oh here it is, Dusan, okey. And so it began. The horror and comedy.
Him: Oh come on BRO, what's this picture on your CV? :laughs: You look so stiff and serious, you're nothing like that in person! I was wondering whether to take your CV at all as I thought you're so serious and stuff!
Me: :thinking: is this guy fucking with me, I think I should punch him in the face. But I kept it cool and went on: Oh, no, you know how they say a CV picture should actually be kinda mature.
Him: Oh, yeah. Wait... why does it say here you're unemployed? Remove that, haha.
Me: I wrote that so companies would know they'd recieve a benefit since I'm unemployed for over six months, so they'd get reduced taxes.
Him: Oh... right... haven't thought about that.
Me: :thinking: ok, he's having a laugh. I think I can murder him and escape with the elevator. Ehm... so...
Him: Ok, so you're BA in economics.
Me: That's right.
Him: Which university did you go to?
Me: That one.
Him: Who was your favorite professor?
Me: Ivica...
Him: Why?
Me: Because he was an excellent professor, who, despite being one of the hardest to pass, he held his classes like nobody eles, plus, he was the only one critically oriented which I liked.
Him: Oh, ok. So... hmmmm.... you could write about economy?
Me: Yes, I don't see why not, I'd just need to follow news more closely like I used to when I follewed stock market, gold prices and other news. I even wrote about it, as a part of globalization paper that I had, but nothing published.
Him: Good, good. So... did you follow elections?
Me: ... Yeah.
Him: Tell me about it.
Me: Tell you... what? My opinion on it?
Him: No, tell me about it. And then your opinion about it.
Me: Well, Vucic was elected with 55% of the votes while Jankovic had 15%, so there won't be a second round..
Him: 16%
Me: ... ok, but votes kept and some are still counting cause of that so-called fraud...
Him: Tell me more about it, what fraud...
Me: 800.000 more voters appeared out of nowhere, dead people. Dead.
Him: That's a high number. :arrogant: That would mean that every house got a paper to vote with some dead family member on it...
Me: Yes. And my house received one for my dead grandfather who died 30 years ago.
Him: Oh... and who's fault is that...
Me: Country. I guess. (skipping boring part next)
Me: So if you're judging articles by views, how would you look at mine when I write about gold, and some other writes about celebrities?
Him: How do you think I compare?
Me: Well... economy compared with economy articles, sport with sport etc.
Him: Exactly! Of course I wouldn't compare your article about gold with some other who writes about Soraja's naked ass!
Me: Yeah... that... what
Him: When naked pics of Dara Bubamara appeared we had 1 million views, bro, I can't compare that with anything, not even our new president being appointed.
Me: Yeah that's... yeah.
Him: Did you go to the protests?
Me: Yeah (that's where I thought I ate shit but I tried to fight my way out while continuing: ... but I was at that part of the city with my friend, so I happened to be there once. I didn't even stay during the whole thing.
Him: Was it organized?
Me: Didn't seem so.
Him: Why?
Me: Because crowd moved like that, unorganized and without a leader. It looked like students and young people are out to protest. Don't think anyone is behind it.
Him: Ok, ok. (skipping....). .... so... it was good talking with you.
Me: And you. Bye.
And there was I in the elevator thinking what the fuck just happened. Was that an interview... for a job... or some random talk with a guy who told me 'bro' like five times and who was laughing, asking stupid questions and messing around? Then I went on some site where you type a company name and you see how people rate it and comment about it while working there. Turns out that one guy wrote how a guy owning that company is one of the top people from the political party where Vucic is, our PM and newly elected president. He was actually asking to check if I'm a fan of his or not (and I fucking hate the guy) and if I'm going to huge protests happening in Belgrade these days. After 3 hours it went on as I got a call from his secretary. Judging by her voice I'd say she's quite young.
Her: Hi Dusan, you was here today for that interview... right
Me: :boiling: yeah...
Her: Ok so you start on Monday.
Me: :thinking: wtf is happening. Oh... yeah... ok. Is it in the same building?
Her: Yeah, yeah, same shit.
Me: O....k. See ya!
... and here's me sitting now. Wondering. What the fuck happened today. I did not invent stuff, some of my answers were different and I talked like I came to NASA. How that guy talked is exactly how typed. So yeah. It felt and still feels so weird that I had to share. Jesus Christ!
Congrats Dusko
It quite meh.
There's one more funny thing: there's a training part. And it lasts for 3 months. Seriously, 3 months? My friend went to Milan to work for IBM and he had a 3 months training where he worked statistics and other stuff I can't even pronnounce. But here 3 months, for this? Makes no sense. Anyway, training is paid 10.000din/month which is like 80e. That's... simply horrible. After that I'd get a contract and I'd earn 230e/month, which is again quite horrible.
Brag about this? It's not a good thing.
It quite meh.
There's one more funny thing: there's a training part. And it lasts for 3 months. Seriously, 3 months? My friend went to Milan to work for IBM and he had a 3 months training where he worked statistics and other stuff I can't even pronnounce. But here 3 months, for this? Makes no sense. Anyway, training is paid 10.000din/month which is like 80e. That's... simply horrible. After that I'd get a contract and I'd earn 230e/month, which is again quite horrible.
It quite meh.
There's one more funny thing: there's a training part. And it lasts for 3 months. Seriously, 3 months? My friend went to Milan to work for IBM and he had a 3 months training where he worked statistics and other stuff I can't even pronnounce. But here 3 months, for this? Makes no sense. Anyway, training is paid 10.000din/month which is like 80e. That's... simply horrible. After that I'd get a contract and I'd earn 230e/month, which is again quite horrible.
Come on man, gotta be positive, and stop looking at the direct consequences, in this case money, the intangible indirect consequences is what you need more, meeting influential people and learning how to navigate the professional world, you are becoming a man
I love it. 
It's natural to hate a job after a prolonged period of time, especially if it's something you aren't sold on. So moving on after a couple years to keep yourself challenged is a good thing. The key is harnessing the skills in the current role while playing the office politic game that demonstrates you have the capacity to move on in style and couth.