One of my favorite songs of all time...
I would like to visit you for a while
Get away and out of this city
Maybe I shouldn't have called
But someone had to be the first to break
We can go sit on your back porch, relax
Talk about anything, it don't matter
I'll be courageous if you can pretend that you've forgiven me
'Cause I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from the pain
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again
Springtime in the city
Always such relief from the winter freeze
The snow is more lonely than cold
If you know what I mean
Everyone's got an agenda, don't stop
Keep that chin up, you'll be alright
Can you believe what a year it's been?
Are you still the same? Has your opinion changed?
'Cause I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from these sentences
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again
I know I let you down again and again
I know I never really treated you right
I've paid the price, I'm still paying for it everyday
So maybe I shouldn't have called
Was it too soon to tell?
Oh, what the hell, it doesn't really matter
How do you redefine something that never really had a name?
Has your opinion changed?
'Cause I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from the pain
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again
I see your face...
I see your face...
Whenever I hear that song by Savage Garden ("I Don't Know You Anymore"), I think about one particular person. I haven't seen her since 2001, and I miss her. I would give anything just to see her again. But life goes on, I suppose.
Anyway, I called the interviewer today per my last comment. I didn't reach her, so I left a message on her voice mail. I was rather pleasant about it; I told her that I wanted to know why I wasn't selected and what I could do in the future to better my chances. Larkin called back and said, "Managers aren't allowed to return calls, so I'm returning the call for her. You weren't chosen. Just get over it." When I asked her for the reason why, she said, "We don't disclose that information. Just let it go. You were not chosen. It's that simple."
I promptly said, "Then bye." and hung up the phone. I don't care if it was rude of me to end the call like that, but she had no right to take the tone of voice with me when I was curious why I wasn't selected. I should just call them back and say, "I feel like I was discriminated against because of my hearing disability. I will be suing Cingular." Alas, I'm not that vindictive (anymore). Oh well. I guess I'll move on. Later for now.
Get away and out of this city
Maybe I shouldn't have called
But someone had to be the first to break
We can go sit on your back porch, relax
Talk about anything, it don't matter
I'll be courageous if you can pretend that you've forgiven me
'Cause I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from the pain
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again
Springtime in the city
Always such relief from the winter freeze
The snow is more lonely than cold
If you know what I mean
Everyone's got an agenda, don't stop
Keep that chin up, you'll be alright
Can you believe what a year it's been?
Are you still the same? Has your opinion changed?
'Cause I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from these sentences
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again
I know I let you down again and again
I know I never really treated you right
I've paid the price, I'm still paying for it everyday
So maybe I shouldn't have called
Was it too soon to tell?
Oh, what the hell, it doesn't really matter
How do you redefine something that never really had a name?
Has your opinion changed?
'Cause I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from the pain
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again
I see your face...
I see your face...
Whenever I hear that song by Savage Garden ("I Don't Know You Anymore"), I think about one particular person. I haven't seen her since 2001, and I miss her. I would give anything just to see her again. But life goes on, I suppose.
Anyway, I called the interviewer today per my last comment. I didn't reach her, so I left a message on her voice mail. I was rather pleasant about it; I told her that I wanted to know why I wasn't selected and what I could do in the future to better my chances. Larkin called back and said, "Managers aren't allowed to return calls, so I'm returning the call for her. You weren't chosen. Just get over it." When I asked her for the reason why, she said, "We don't disclose that information. Just let it go. You were not chosen. It's that simple."
I promptly said, "Then bye." and hung up the phone. I don't care if it was rude of me to end the call like that, but she had no right to take the tone of voice with me when I was curious why I wasn't selected. I should just call them back and say, "I feel like I was discriminated against because of my hearing disability. I will be suing Cingular." Alas, I'm not that vindictive (anymore). Oh well. I guess I'll move on. Later for now.