I woke up at 9:30, and went straight to work. I watched a Gary Vaynerchuck video to help kickstart the day.
I had three longs interviews today, one that went over 2.5 hours and squeezed a quick lunch in between – thank God for Swiggy. Interviewing is something I don’t really enjoy because I am forced to judge a person without knowing anything substantial. But it’s not like I can vet a person for months before offering them a job, so I have no choice.
You know what’s worse than interviews? Shortlisting resumes. We’ve all read these articles about how companies instantly reject resumes when they see a spelling error, and it made sense to me back then. Now I’m like WTF?! What if it’s some genius who just made an unfortunate typo. Yes, I notice the typo (I was a professional Grammar Nazi for the first two years of my career) and cringe, but I will not let that get in the way of my judgement.
But recently, I was looking for a UI Designer, and got not one, not two, but twenty badly designed resumes through Naukri.com. It made me so angry. Y U DO THIS PEOPLE?
It’s 2330 now, and I’m getting ready to go to sleep. I can’t brush my teeth, wash my face and get cozy with a book because the light’s broken in my room. Also, I watched this video and I legit teared up, because it’s exactly the story of my life. The impact of a good teacher on a our life is so much that we can’t acknowledge/thank them directly unless we have something significant to show them – as if they expect anything more from us than to be happy. My mother is a teacher, I know.