Names will be Named

I talked to a recruiter this morning about a director's position with a software company. I'd gotten the lead yesterday from the fellow who laid me off last year and followed up, leaving a message with the partner (Jason) at the recruiting firm that indicated my interest, mentioned the name of the lead's source, and left a number where I could be reached. I got a call later that day from Jennifer and arranged to talk to her this morning. I emailed my resume to her last night so she'd be prepared for the conversation.

Usually, a director's job is an important job, so you (the recruit) would expect to talk to an experienced hand from the recruiting company. So what happened this morning?

Jennifer hadn't read my resume and it turns out she'd last been in New Orleans two years ago when she'd graduated from high school. I repeat: I'm talking about a director's position with a software company with a kid who has just turned twenty. So she understood nothing I said and couldn't possibly place any of it within any context that makes sense.

I'm going to wait a few days to see what happens. If, as I suspect, nothing happens, I will post Jason's firm's name here so you will all have been warned about this company.

"The terrorists have won"

So sayeth the Washington Post today when reporting that tonight's American Idol winner will sing our nation's anthem at the Lincoln Memorial on September 11.

Every Vote Counts!

OK, is this a country ruled by intelligent people or 13 year-old girls?

We'll know tonight!

(God help me, I dialed 1-866-IDOLS02 last night just so Sidehow Bob doesn't win.)

Recovery

We're all drying out here now that Southern Decadence is over.

All the tourists who were here doing things on the streets they would never do at home have left. The Bourbon Pub, after gouging the tourists (and residents with long memories) by hiking its prices 10% to an even more extreme $5.50 each, will now reduce them to an obscene $5.00.

And no, for all you Google searchers, there are no Southern Decadence photos on this web site. Just imagine a bunch of shirtless guys walking around drunk looking for the next lay and you "get the picture."

Now we prepare for Halloween!