I have received three “We loved you as a candidate and hope to have additional opportunities to discuss with you in the future but are going with someone else…" responses about potential new jobs today.
Someone in my organization that was recently displaced in an “organizational restructuring” (a.k.a. layoffs) just emailed me asking me if I would recommend him to the hiring manager for a role in our online implementation group.
Not only did he get my name wrong but he also got the hiring manager’s name wrong.
If there is ever a time in your life to pay attention to details, especially simple details like names, it is when you are looking for a job.
I was just thinking about this album the other day and wishing I could go back in time and freeze Michael at a point in his life when everything was right about him and before all of the crazy started. Such a great album.
There is a similar shot of a place in California called Fern Grove that is gorgeous too but nowhere near as stunning as that Columbia Gorge shot. I’ll have to try to check them both out firsthand and compare them myself.
[I ran into the man that cleans my apartment last night as he was leaving and I was coming home. He and his wife have been cleaning my apartments since 2003 and have witnessed a lot of changes in my life, my apartments and specifically my furniture (read "couches"). He's in his 70s and he and his wife are sort of like surrogate grandparents. This is an excerpt from the conversation we had last night.]
Him:What happened to the couch?
Me:I sold it... it was too big. I'm getting another one.
I am not sure how a very dry and arid City like San Francisco suddenly turns into a malarial swamp just because the temperature gets above 75-degrees but I got my ass kicked by a gang of mosquitoes last night.
I woke up this morning with bites all over my arms and hands and one bite on my eyelid that caused my eye to swell shut. It took it a couple of hours for my eye to even open and I still am droopy-eyed at 4pm.