It’s Cinnamon Bun Day in Sweden. Why do we celebrate? I don’t know. It’s so depressing heading toward winter so this is about all we have to look forward to this week. Maybe we need to eat a bunch of cinnamon buns to build up our warm layer of fat to get through the next warm months.
Sweden has a lot of food holidays. I thought I’d look up a few more. Here’s what I found just for the month of October, though I have to admit, these don’t seem to be as celebrated as today’s Cinnamon Bun Day. I’ve never seen advertisements at the bus stops for Shrimp Sandwich Day, but maybe I just didn’t notice.
- October 7 is Gräddtåtans dag (Cream cake day)
- October 14 is Shrimp Sandwich day. No thanks.
- October 15 is apparently Feta Cheese day
- October 18 is Chocolate Muffin day (Why isn’t this a bigger thing?!)
- October 25 is World Pasta Day. I can get on board with that.
When looking for jobs, I appreciate companies that can get to the point about what they want, ask for my résumé and a sample of my work and then an interview if they feel we match.
What I do NOT appreciate are companies that make you jump through unnecessary hoops that have nothing to do with the position. Most of the time, these companies have hired a recruiting service that gives out the same basic tests for all positions, whether you are applying to be a flight attendant or a gardener. How much money are these recruiting companies making off large corporations that have no idea of their methods?
Last year, after applying for a job as a writer, I was told I would have a job interview via video chat over the computer. I went over my résumé, dressed nicely and clicked the button to connect for my interview. Instead of an actual person, it was a recorded video with text that asked, “How would you make the perfect sandwich?” I simply said, “No, I’m not doing this,” and shut down the link. If a company is asking for someone to write text for their billing program, as this one was, then ask me about that particular subject and my work. I don’t have time for psychological mind games to test quirky personality traits.
Now I’ve applied for another writing job for an internet company. They were interested in my résumé and asked me to take an online test. The instructions were, “block off an hour of your time and be well-rested so you can concentrate on the test.” I wrongly assumed it would be a writing test with different case studies.
It was not a writing test at all, but what I’m guessing must be some sort of “are you a psychopath” test after going through it. I took screenshots of some of the questions. Please tell me what this has to do with applying for a copywriting job:
From these questions, I gather this job would be looking for a megalomaniac who’s been through some weird experiences and some weird food and plans to take over the world.
But when I applied with another company for the “take over the world” job, I only had to send a résumé and a cover letter, so I find it odd that the IT company writing job requires answers to these questions.
While looking through CNN headlines, I often notice articles sandwiched in between news of war and sickness, such as this one.
Was this really a thing? Or was the reporter just out of ideas and repeated something someone said at a party? It seems you could write a lot of articles this way:
Peanut Butter Hedgehogs not actually a Snack in Belgium
New Boss at New Jersey Target Rumored to be Alien from Neptune
Not only do I wonder how this made the front page of a well-established news agency, but also, is this how stupid the world is becoming?
Rumors of Increasing Number of Gullible Morons are Unfortunately True
We decided to book a trip for the winter. I asked the kids where they wanted to go. One of my suggestions was Barcelona and the other was Greece. One son said Greece and the other really wanted Barcelona. As he has never mentioned Barcelona, I wondered why he was so adamant about going. When the rest of us voted for Greece, he said, “But I’m tired of Europe. I’d like to see South America.”
Um, Barcelona is in Spain. Spain is in Europe.
“Oh, I thought you meant Brazil. Never mind. Greece then.”
Two things about this:
1. Oh, is a trip to Greece boring to you? Visiting one of the cradles of civilization, eating good food, getting to see sunshine in the middle of winter (remember we live in Sweden) not good enough for you?
2. Wait…. why Brazil?
As we rode through yet another small Italian town, my oldest son asked, “How come all of these towns have groups of old men just sitting around together all day? What are they doing?”
“What do you think they’re doing?”
“Probably complaining about the modern world.”
The kids and I have been having a contest on for who can create the most watched video on YouTube. I need to crush them with my amazing video that I spent a whole 10 minutes making, so why not give it a view? It’s so very informative!
Otherwise entitled “My son does not appreciate my humor.”
My oldest son has been away at summer camp this week. We will be picking him up today so I sent him this:
He now requests that I wait in the car.
Always take a shower in the morning! You never know what the day will bring.
Example, a lazy day last week turned into an overnight stay at the hospital and one son without an appendix!
I have to say that everything went smoothly and everyone was very nice. My only complaint was that there was hardly any air-conditioning! I think they possibly have a very weak system running, but it’s awful. They put a small desk fan in my son’s room, which helped a lot.
The only cold room I experienced was the operating room. I was allowed to go in until they put my son under. I almost wanted to grab a scalpel, cut myself and yell, “I have to stay here!” just to get some air conditioning.
At the same time, my son had a friend traveling in the U.S. with major appendix problems who ended up in an American hospital. I was impressed that my son’s room actually had a t.v. (I’ve never had that experience yet in a Swedish hospital room) and that we had 6, yes 6 channels! His friend in America not only had a t.v. (and air conditioning, I assume), but also a Nintendo Wii, a therapy dog and a visit from the Boston Red Sox.
But when you consider how much that American hospital stay is going to cost compared to the Swedish hospital stay, I’d still rather be here. Guess what our total bill was?
There’s never any cost at all for anyone under 18 in Sweden. Not having to worry about getting sick or being able to afford long hospital stays is totally worth not having a Nintendo Wii in your room. My son may not agree, but when he complains, I just shove some ice cream in his mouth.
I planned to bring both of my sons to the beach yesterday. I packed two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, because they’re cheap to make and I already had everything. Plus, they like them, which always helps.
Peanut butter jelly time!
Peanut butter jelly time!
Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly!
Do the peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat
Do the peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat
Strangers are generally much more talkative in the U.S. than in Sweden. At times it can be nice to chat with someone. I might learn something new or come away with a funny story. At other times strangers’ interactions with me can become a little too intrusive.
It’s HOT! Really hot! And you know it must be bad coming from someone who grew up in Texas and just got back from a vacation there.
We’ve had a bit of a heatwave here in Sweden over the past 2 weeks. Of course, I’m all for it so I can wear my sandals and jump in the lakes, but when you don’t have any air conditioning, it does become a bit of a problem.
All windows and doors are open, all of our 3 floor fans are on, (in fact I carry one with me wherever I go) but it’s still really unbearable indoors. But I know better than to complain. For 5 months out of the year I’m dressed in 3 layers and still freezing.
So I gladly welcome this new global warming, summer weather. Now if someone could make me a piña colada, I’ll be good to go the rest of the day.
We were told to visit a popular burger place in East Texas that serves an Apple Pie Burger. I pictured a burger with an actual apple pie between the buns (honestly, it’s not that much of a stretch with some of the other crazy foods around there), but it was a burger with apple pie ingredients added – apple pieces, brown sugar and maple syrup bacon. It actually wasn’t that bad, though I prefer a regular burger.
I’m back from 3 weeks in the states with a confused stomach and many new food observations. Today is all about pickles.
So pickle juice flavor is a thing in the U.S. now. Or at least in the south. I am a huge fan of pickles, but that’s as far as it goes. I have no interest in anything flavored with pickle juice and I honestly can’t imagine who would.
When I was young, my aunt knew that I liked pickles, so one day she made pickle jello for me. It was one of the worst things I’ve ever tasted.
Now the U.S. is selling cans of Pringles chips in pickle flavor, and even worse, the restaurant Sonic is selling pickle slushies. WHY?!
Gee, it’s 100F outside here in Texas. You know what I’d like? A big cup of salty pickle juice!
I also happened upon pickle soda in one store. That’s just wrong.
Today is Swedish mother’s day and I got one present from my youngest son a day early when I picked him up yesterday afternoon.
Mamma, I got you a present.
(digs in pocket)
Here! It’s mascara! I found it just sitting on a wall by the street. It’s still got some in it! I thought you could use it to color in your eyebrows! You’d look cool with black eyebrows!
Let me share a few:
- 1906 – The great national temperance beverage.
I don’t know. It doesn’t really flow. Maybe if they sang it?
- 1910 – Whenever you see an Arrow, think of Coca-Cola.
Um… ok… I will
- 1927 – Pure as Sunlight
It’s not though.
My son, who has his bedroom adjacent to the kitchen where the radio plays, stomped out of his room very confused this morning.
“What kind of song is this? Why do they keep singing ‘we’ve got to grow it on her brow?’ I don’t get it! Grow what?!”
“Um, the lyrics are actually ‘we’ve got a groovy kind of love’ but I think I like your version better.”
My kid does this once a month to his face and all he needs is an old Sharpie marker. I’m not paying for a special “freckle marker.” This is going too far.
Am I too cynical or is it just impossible to take certain companies seriously when going through job application ads?
We’re on a mission to take over the world, and we believe that the only way to succeed with that is by having the Hungriest Digital Tigers and Toughest Tech Lions available.
(Well, I’m a Cantakerous Copywriting Camel, so I guess I’m out.)
What Google created in 10 years, we will be creating in 6 months.
(I’d put my money on this company being bankrupt in 6 months.)
Just send your email to our Chief People Officer…
(Is this an actual job title? Is anyone questioning how ridiculous this sounds? ” Hello, Chief People Officer, I am the Overlord Writing Governor.”)
Just out of curiosity, I thought I would apply because:
- Aside from the lion and tiger thing, I had all the qualifications
- If this is their ad, what kind of stories will I come away with after an interview?”
So I went to their page and it turns out, applicants are required to apply word by word as the questions show up. Starting with:
We are looking for a Digital Copywriter. Press YES
(Ok, that answer doesn’t match the question, unless I’m agreeing that YES, you ARE looking for a digital copywriter.)
Then I get to read the ad again and am instructed to press CONTINUE
What is your first name? _________ PRESS OK.
Now, I can probably guess the next question, but I went ahead and exited the site instead.