First, I sent a thank you email to the position three hours south of me in southern Arizona. I thanked them for allowing me to interview and they replied
Thanks you for your visit. At this point we will be offering the position to another candidate. I will keep your resume for future openings.
Good thing I contacted them. Who knows when they would have gotten around to notifying me. We'll see how long it takes to reimburse my gas expense for driving down there. I won't hold my breath. Anywho...
Second, Mrs. Headhunter (my affectionate term for Temporary Staffing Agent), emailed me requesting a phone chat. So, I complied. Long story short, the Indians up in northern Arizona officially offered three dollars LESS per hour than originally offered. I had unofficially been offered a set amount by my potential boss, to which, I countered offered two dollars per hour higher. My dad taught me to never accept any first offer when it comes to money.
Their response? Less than the original offer! Ha! How does THAT work? Considering they were not willing to let my family stay with me on the reservation during my contract, it is pretty obvious where I'll be filing this job offer.
|Wanna work swing (evening) shifts?|
Surprisingly, after politely declining that last shift, I was offered a chance to apply for management based on my "enjoyable" phone interview with the department Director (his words, not mine). I filled out the application but have yet to be called for an interview.
So, all signs are still clearly pointed to Oklahoma. Keep your arms and legs inside the Jeep at all times. This is going to be a bumpy ride.