Whine like a baby, now with 500% more drama!

I received a call from a headhunter, who's recruiting interpreters for a tech company. I took the call because hey, never know when you might need options.

He asked me about my past experience as a professional interpreter. I told him honestly that most of my professional experience is as a translator and translation editor, and that I've only taken a few interpretation cases before, and most of them were quite a few years ago.

He said that, unfortunately, the tech company is looking for interpreters who have at least 6 years of professional experience out in the field, and that unfortunately I would likely not qualify. He thanked me for my time and bid me farewell. The call lasted about 4 minutes in total.

I'm slightly indignant now because... well... I know I'm an awesome interpreter. I've done interpretation cases with some of the top interpreters in Taiwan, and I kept up with them despite being a relative rookie. I was easily the best interpreter in my class both of the times I was at a T&I graduate institute. I've served as a grader for Taiwan's national interpretation exam, and even helped set the exam questions for two years. I even did some interpretation at a United Nations organization, and one of the senior interpreters there complimented my output (the UN's interpreters are generally considered the gold standard worldwide).

The only reason I haven't been taking interpretation cases is because I didn't want the unpredictability of working as a freelancer, I wanted a steady paycheck so I decided to work as a full-time employee instead. So yeah, I don't have the requisite number of years on my resume, but that doesn't mean I can't easily outperform any interpreters they do find.

I'm tempted to submit a job application directly to this company and try to blag my way to an interview or interpretation test, just to show them that I can do it and they're wrong to reject me right off the bat.
 
I've done interpretation cases with some of the top interpreters in Taiwan, and I kept up with them despite being a relative rookie. I was easily the best interpreter in my class both of the times I was at a T&I graduate institute. I've served as a grader for Taiwan's national interpretation exam, and even helped set the exam questions for two years. I even did some interpretation at a United Nations organization, and one of the senior interpreters there complimented my output (the UN's interpreters are generally considered the gold standard worldwide).

For the record, if you're ever interviewing for a position you actually want and they ask you what your experience is as an interpreter, this right here is what you answer, and not what you actually told him.
 
I'm getting really tired of waking up in the middle of the night. It's become a consistent pattern in the last few weeks.

I can't remember the last time I slept through the night or had my alarm wake me.
Getting back to sleep only to have a dream of reconnecting either my ex is not how I wanted to start my Subday.

The dream wasn't about us getting back together but seeing her fun life without me, with her new boyfriend, and her telling me all the things wrong with me. Swell.
 
Whenever I give a gift to someone that I have wrapped I always get comments like "oh this is so well done, did Sarah do this for you?" and it's such a stupid thing to be annoyed by but I am everytime. No, I'm surprisingly able to fold and tape paper myself, thank you. Next week they have me colouring in the lines even!

It's happened before with my clothes as well. I'll wear a nicer shirt and inevitably I get comments about "Oh that looks so nice, Sarah must have picked it out for you!"...
 
The wife and I are hosting Christmas this year. She is running herself ragged by insisting that everything be perfect. I'd be okay with just a tree and some lights outside; my main contribution will be lots of holiday baking after her folks arrive. But her? Oh no, we need all the decorations out of the tool shed, and my study has become a gift warehouse. Every day I have to run more errands because she keeps taking it upon herself to do more. Instead of just the two of us going to Santa's Wonderland for one evening as originally planned, she has decided to coordinate a three-generation family outing. She's turning into Clark Griswold while I have come to the realization that I am gradually turning into Clark's yuppie neighbors. I would just like a nice quiet Christmas to relax while she wants to have the hap-hap-happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap danced with Danny fucking Kaye.

I know this holiday is immensely important to her. She also appreciates that I am much more of a Halloween guy and helped me celebrate it even though I spent most of October assembling my mid-tenure packet. I want her to have a good Christmas after the miscarriage and I'm doing what I can to help (delicious dinners and hot chocolate when she gets home every night). However, childhood experiences with family who wanted the perfect Hallmark Christmas have taught me it always ends in a meltdown.
 
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The wife and I are hosting Christmas this year. She is running herself ragged by insisting that everything be perfect. I'd be okay with just a tree and some lights outside; my main contribution will be lots of holiday baking after her folks arrive. But her? Oh no, we need all the decorations out of the tool shed, and my study has become a gift warehouse. Every day I have to run more errands because she keeps taking it upon herself to do more. Instead of just the two of us going to Santa's Wonderland for one evening as originally planned, she has decided to coordinate a three-generation family outing. She's turning into Clark Griswold while I have come to the realization that I am gradually turning into Clark's yuppie neighbors. I would just like a nice quiet Christmas to relax while she wants to have the hap-hap-happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap danced with Danny fucking Kaye.

I know this holiday is immensely important to her. She also appreciates that I am much more of a Halloween guy and helped me celebrate it even though I spent most of October assembling my mid-tenure packet. I want her to have a good Christmas after the miscarriage and I'm doing what I can to help (delicious dinners and hot chocolate when she gets home every night). However, childhood experiences with family who wanted the perfect Hallmark Christmas have taught me it always ends in a meltdown.
Aw, I'm sure you'll have the hap-hap-happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny Fucking Kaye!
 
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