Another Conversation with a Recruiter A recruiter calls, mangles his own name and company, pitches an opportunity he won't describe, then asks if I have friends who might want it. Do these people ever actually make placements? It's hard to believe.
Philosophy vs. Demosaic in Postmodern Dichotomy A beautiful discourse on our recent company party, not written by me, though I did research the cost of our Scooby Doo. The original LimeWire URL is long gone, so here is the Wayback Machine archive.
Recruiters I was asleep when the phone rang. Twice. A recruiter with a thick accent, an email I never got, and a job I'd already accepted. BASIC ENGLISH PEOPLE. PLEASE.
One Recruiter at a Time I keep no Word version of my resume, for religious, moral, and digestive reasons. Every recruiter asks for one anyway, and every time I explain that Word can open the plain text file, I'm met with glee, as if I'd revealed a whole new world.
Corporate America Despite looming deadlines, I spent ninety minutes in Harassment Awareness training. A lawyer taught it from the legal angle, which was entertaining. Asked which three groups were at fault in one scenario, I finally suggested: "France."
My Week My week, by timestamp: resume sent Monday at 2pm, two technical interviews, a flight to New York, a real interview, and an accepted job offer by Friday at noon.