What's with the Bum's Rush?

Another Memorial Day weekend in the books, it is now Monday, which is actually Tuesday, which is actually irrelevant because the delineation between weekdays and weekends are meaningless when you are unemployed. Today I sit and listen to Jaga Jazzist's A Livingroom Hush while I continue looking for a job. It's not a bad racket, really, but the pay is awful.

Last week put me through the ringer, so despite the fact that my life may seem like one big vacation right now, the three-day weekend was deserved. On Tuesday I received a seemingly personalized e-mail from an employer, which led to my filling out an extended questionnaire, which then led to my filling out a psychological survey, which led to a telephone conversation with a human resources representative, which led to my receiving a generic e-mail explaining that I will not be moving on to the next tier of the hiring process.

So, to re-cap, the week broke out as follows:

Monday -- Applied for job.
Tuesday -- Received e-mail from employer requesting further information.
Wednesday -- Submitted form with requested information.
Thursday -- Received electronic psychological evaluation, filled out and submitted.
Friday -- Received call telling me that I will be receiving an e-mail shortly. Mere minutes later received e-mail that more or less read: "No interview for you."

No biggie I guess, but now I'm left wondering what it was that happened between Monday and Friday that moved me from one pile to another, then ultimately to the garbage. In particular I hope it wasn't the psychological evaluation. The survey was essentially just a list of adjectives like "nice," "respectful," "confrontational," etc. I was to check the box next to the ones I thought others might use to describe me. Then, I was to check the box next to the ones that I felt describe me, personally.

Sure, I checked the box next to "murderous sycophant," but I didn't want to lie...

Just kidding, gang.