I'm Hunting Wabbits

And by wabbits, I mean a new job.

I'm still working, but I feel the chemistry isn't as strong as it used to be at my current workplace.

We're going in two separate directions.

It's not you, it's me.

While I like who I work with and what I do, I don't see this being a long-term, 'let's rule the world together' career anymore.  I feel I can do better, and find greener pastures.

So the hunt is on.  Feelers are out.  I'm talking with people, and may leverage a job-change with an environment-change as well.  We'll see.

But the fun question:  When I find my 'greener grass,' how should I give my notice?

I can't exactly write a 'fuck you' sign and post it at my company.  That, and again, I like most of the people I work for.  This is a 'it's not you, it's me (but it's really mostly you)' situation, so I'd like to not burn the bridge.

And since I'm 600 miles from my actual home office, I have 1 of 2 ways:

I can email them a traditional 'thank you, but BUH BYE' 2-week notice.

Or I could deliver something to them.  Like a cake.

The man who founded mrcake.co.uk gave his notice by showing off his cake-making skills.  It was respectful, funny, memorable, and got him a lot of good PR since this picture has been passed around and around the internet.

But I have no cakemaking skills.

And, although I love Mr. Cake's style, I'm not going to get a cake delivered all the way from the UK to the Western US.

So what do I do?

Can I go to Costco and ask for a strawberry-filled cake in the shape of a large middle-finger?

Or should I get a Mrs. Field's giant cookie, with my two-week notice scrawled on the top?

Finally, I found this picture:

I love this, and I could time my 'official' notice to arrive (via email) 5 minutes after the delivery arrives.

And I bet, no matter how the cake actually tastes, this cake will be so so sweet.

Have any of you ever quit in a creative way?  If so, please share with a comment below!

Discrimination!

So as many of you may know, I just started working at a new job, where batman is the king of credit sales.

I'm still looking for bigger and better, but for now, meh, it's a job.

I had an interview Tuesday that I was really psyched about.  Good job description, good pay, and it fits my experiences a little more.

I showed up to the interview, filled out the necessary 'check in' paperwork, and waited.  Met my interviewer, obligatory handshake, and we went to his office to begin.

15 minutes into the interview, everything was going great.  He was asking questions that I had great answers to, and I was getting a good vibe for this.  The chemistry was awesome.

Until...

"I see you're from California!  How cool, I did my mission there!  It's really gorgeous down there.  Where did you do your mission?"

"Excuse me?"

"...your mission?"

"Oh, sorry.  I'm not LDS..."

*INSERT MOOD-INTERRUPTING RECORD-SCRATCH HERE*

He became silent for a second.  The smile slowly wiped from his face...

"Oh.  I'm sorry.  I just assumed...I..."

And then the interview got back on track, but with a MUCH different tone.  All of a sudden I wasn't getting that good vibe anymore.

After 2-3 softball questions, he stood up to shake my hand.

"Well, I'm not sure if you're the perfect fit for this company, but we will keep your resume on file, and let you know if things end up working out, mmmk?"

Wait....WHAT?

So I was discriminated against, because I'm not mormon.  Ouch.

The LDS are everywhere up here, and non-mormons always try the 'peaceful coexistence' approach to cohabitating, but whoa that stung.  I've sold cars before, and was discriminated against by customers because of my "religious preferences" but those are customers.

I didn't get a job.  Because my religious choices didn't match his.

I'm still stunned.  But I have another interview this morning.  Just in case this happens again, I will be recording the conversation.  ACLU anyone?