Confessions of a Serial Interviewer by Steven Ra Ga

My Mom always tried to help. She once got me a job working with her company in IT. The job was more of a hardware position, while the true IT guy worked in Quebec. When he couldn’t be there he would call on me to setup the rooms at the office for next days classes.

It was okay work. I could have seen myself doing for a while but it wasn’t long before I was told there wasn’t a budget anymore for my services and was let go. Shame.