So Much for a Whim

The company I worked for in Utah is an international company with 48 markets world wide that bring in a billion dollars annually.  A billion dollars folks.  That’s a lot of money.  There are three divisions within the company and each have their own projects and products.  While they are mostly known for their lotions and cosmetics, I happened to work in their technological division where their main project/product dealt with scanning prints/slides/negatives and producing some sort of digitized product depending on what the distributor wanted.  I worked there for nearly four years and for the last two I directly oversaw ALL the scanning that took place.  My official title said I was a team lead digital imaging specialist.  Instead of  the words team lead, it should have said supervisor because basically that’s what I was.  At it’s height, our company brought in the highest volume of any other competing company of it’s kind in the US.  And who was it that oversaw the scanning?  Oh that’s right, me.  So I know just a little about this type of image scanning, the equipment  needed, and what it takes to successfully operate and manage this type of work at massive volumes through a company operation.  I was even offered a job in CA at a new company starting out in this same line of work as their manager to not only oversee the day to day operations, but to also help implement procedures to carry them into the international market.

I’m not bragging or boasting about what I did for this company but I wanted a clear background of where I’m coming from for the next part of this story.  So you all know that five months ago I lost my job when the operation was shut down.  The company as a whole is doing fantastic despite the economic hardships going on in the country but this particular project began to struggle.  No surprise seeing as the company is an MLM company which always carries the possibility of instability, going with the flow of it’s distributors.  This particular product became less in demand because of so many other venues people could access for their scanning needs.  Plus there’s no longevity because once your images are scanned, you no longer need this service.  Hence, no money and we shut down.  A new product was created in it’s place and those of us in the lab had the choice of trying to be fitted somewhere else within the company or to take the severance and go.  I took the money and moved.

Fast forward to a couple days ago.  While searching on the internet, I came across a local company that does the exact same thing I was doing in Utah.  It’s located about 15 min from my apartment and I figure I have nothing to lose by just showing up to their office and ask if they’re hiring.  I have no expectations and am more than willing to start at the bottom if they’re interested in hiring me.  I just need a paycheck.  To my surprise they were willing to sit down and talk with me about my experience in this field.  I honestly thought they would tell me they weren’t hiring and send me back out the door.

I sit down with the first guy and basically say that I have nearly four years experience in this line of work and he asks what company I worked for.  This is a little tricky because as I mentioned, there is the company name, division name, and then project name.  And as I said the company is really known for cosmetics and the name reflects that.  But that is the name of the company so I tell him and then quickly follow that with the project name.  Of course he gets caught up with the company name.  Remember that scene in Sixteen Candles when Jake Ryan goes to Samantha’s house the day of her sister’s wedding and Long Duck Don tells him that she’s at the church getting married? And the dialogue between them is something like




“Yes, Married.  Sheesh.”

Well that’s kind of what happened here.




“Yes, skin.”

“Not scan?”

“No. Skin.”

For heaven’s sake man, did I stutter?  I already mentioned they were known more for cosmetics, sheesh!  Then he started asking me questions about the new project and what the division is currently doing.  Hello, I don’t work there.  And I told him this (of course in a nice way) no less than four times in the course of our conversation.  But he wasn’t listening because he was busy trying to google it and find it online.  And I’m not much help because the new project has a new name that they were not quite committed to when I was let go, so I wasn’t sure if that’s what they decided on or not.  And did I mention I DON’T WORK THERE!!  I don’t know anything about their new project or services they’re offering.  In a way it’s like a new and separate company.  Would you ask me the marketing strategies for Walmart when I said I worked for Target?  I’m thinking this guy would.

So he’s still trying to find it online and is pulling up random pages asking me if they’re the correct websites.  For all I know, they’ve completely revamped their web page so I’m trying to find something familiar on them but before I can answer he starts pelting me with:

“Is this the page? Is this the company you worked for? Is this the name?”

I apparently didn’t answer fast enough for him because he took that brief nano second before I could answer as an indication that I didn’t know the name of the company I had worked for, as he continued the line of questioning

“You don’t know?  You don’t know the name of the company you worked for?  You don’t know what it was called?”

AUGH!!!  Only heaven knows how I managed to sit completely composed, look him in the eye, and tell him what words he should try to type in to pull up the page.  Mercifully the correct page popped up and what do you know, all three of the names I had given him appeared on the website.  Up until that point I truly believe he thought I had made the entire thing up and created some crazy story about a cosmetic company that had branched out into the photo world.

As luck would have it, he got called to the front to help some customer and another manager came in to talk with me.  He was much more personable and more interested in my actual experience and background.  But by that point I no longer had any interest in their company and hoped they would never, ever call me.  I finished with that guy and walked out to my car and sat there for a minute thinking no way did that just happen.  And part of me felt a little sorry for them because I have more experience in this market than their company has existed and could really help them expand not only nationally but possibly internationally as well.

But on a happier note, that same day I got a cupon for a dollar off a bag of Dove’s chocolate from Target.  So all was made right once again in the world.


5 thoughts on “So Much for a Whim

  1. All that for a candy bar. Experiences like that are what drive me to the roof!

    Oh I was kind of ticked when I left the office but now I don’t really care so much. I don’t really want to go back to doing this type of work again and I’m not the one missing out.

  2. gotta love dove chocolate to make things good again! BTW…maybe they’ll call you up and have you take over for the dorky guy that interviewed you…lol

    Hey you never know – stranger things have happened. I’d turn them down though. bwahaha

  3. the most dreadful job interviews are when you go into the interview and realize “not no, but FUCK no do I not want to work here.”

    However, the ones that hurt the most are when you’re sure you nail it and they are gushing over you, and then they call you back to say “we found someone else, good luck.”

    Yep that first way was pretty much how I felt. Which in the long run I’m glad it turned out the way it did because as much as I need a paycheck I really don’t want to keep doing that type of work. Part of the point of moving to another state was to start over with everything.

  4. Oh man! Little do they know that they just passed up…YOU! Good luck on your search!

    Ah, thanks! I should have gone into teaching like you because there are tons of those jobs being advertised.

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