You haven’t lived until you get calls from India regarding today’s “Urgent Requirement” for an IT position that pays minimum wage for a 3 month gig in Minot, North Dakota.
I’ve grown tired of being asked for my “visa status” for jobs within my own country. I’m also tired of having to interpret voicemail messages where the caller sounds like his mouth is stuffed full of martbles, offering the same job for the 150th time this month.
I’d be willing to visit the nearest Vedic Cultural Center to make an offering to Ganesh, just to get every last one of these jokers shipped home.
Any call or email from a recruiter whos name I cannot pronounce goes straight into File 13.