tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531929769862216250.post4478713308075987490..comments2024-03-25T23:52:46.691-04:00Comments on Mad Jack's Shack: License PlatesMad Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06190137186843630543noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531929769862216250.post-74562034905888516492010-06-30T14:55:37.141-04:002010-06-30T14:55:37.141-04:00Thank you both for your kind words.
Yeah, the roo...Thank you both for your kind words.<br /><br />Yeah, the roosters were something else. This is one of the few job interviews I've ever been on where I was tempted to leave early with the explanation that I refused to work for crazy people. The office was a normal size, maybe a little larger than usual, and one wall was filled with floor to ceiling shelves crowded with roosters. Someone is on the train to Crazy Town - whee!<br /><br />The other interview was years ago with a company here in the Toledo area. <a href="http://www.thermatru.com/" rel="nofollow">Therma-Tru Doors</a> in Maumee was looking for a COBOL (COmmon Business-Oriented Language) programmer with UNIX skills, which I happened to have. The shop was run entirely on COBOL on (I think) SCO Unix. The only editor available on site was <a href="http://www.ccsf.edu/Pub/Fac/vi.html" rel="nofollow">vi</a> in spite of the fact that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emacs" rel="nofollow">emacs</a> had long been available for free and was far easier to use than vi. Mind you, a C compiler is almost always included with Unix, yet these fools were using COBOL and ISAM tables. When the director of I.S. discovered I had the requisite skill set he called me in for a series of interviews that ended with the director of personnel, a young man that I found vaguely disquieting at first and, 30 minutes later, frightening. He concluded our interview with:<br /><br />"It's just like I told my five year old son, 'Son, we make money and have fun doing it!'" The man then broke into maniacal laughter, staring at me wild eyed.<br /><br />I think I mumbled something like, "Yeah, that's real nice. Well, would you look at the time!" before grabbing my resume and walking out of the conference room door. The director was hot on my heels and I had a long walk ahead of me, and the faster I walked the faster he walked. I finally reached the door to the lobby a few steps before I would have broken into a dead run.<br /><br />The only other thing I remember about the place was that the President/CEO didn't have an office so much as he had a throne room, complete with fireplace.Mad Jackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06190137186843630543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531929769862216250.post-76412855059619895642010-06-29T13:48:31.433-04:002010-06-29T13:48:31.433-04:00excellent post, and I have downloaded story.excellent post, and I have downloaded story.Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02365145409102143868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531929769862216250.post-7073935231279684782010-06-29T12:34:30.016-04:002010-06-29T12:34:30.016-04:00"one wall of which was filled with statuettes...<i>"one wall of which was filled with statuettes of roosters"</i><br /><br />There are so many inappropriate jokes to make about this.Stephanie Loréehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03512485557711771802noreply@blogger.com