Showing posts with label flannel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flannel. Show all posts

Friday, January 04, 2008

Eight!

Mafia with twenty-three people is awesome. Drawing the joker in a round of Mafia with twenty-three people is awesome. Being paired up with Justin and Justin for the first round of Mafia with twenty-three people is awesome.

Because the Mafia totally won.

Which is a nice little allegory for the MILONYE festivities. My team basically won at everything.

Like when I shot the moon in hearts with a score of 96 and then broke 100 the next hand.

Like when I won the first game of Connect Four against Dan and then none for the rest of the weekend.

Like when Jackie and I got smoked at spades by a (cheating) John and Samantha.

Like when no one at the bar had to pay for liquor. (Seventeen shots for six bucks, total. Three pitchers for sixteen bucks, total.)

And Donny got way drunk. It was great.

I'm having some trouble getting pictures uploaded to flickr for no understandable reason. But some are online.


Tuesday, January 09, 2007

I should have just worn my flannel.

what's the big deal with suits, why do I have to wear one to interview?

I think it's stupid.

They're judging me, that's the whole point of an interview, right?

What can they tell if I'm wearing a suit? That I have the requisite knowledge and ability to both pay an enormous amount of money for a few folds of cloth, and then dress myself?

Dumb.

They should be evaluating my competency as an employee: Give me a math quiz or something - I can do that in jeans and a t-shirt just as well as in a suit, and maybe better.

That's not to say I don't like suits, I do, I look good in them (most of the time), but I shouldn't be required to wear one just to walk in the door.

My friend's boss would refuse to interview someone if they showed up without a jacket and tie.

But I'm not your puppet!

My recruiter asked me if I was wearing "appropriate attire" for the interview.

wtf, mate

I resolved a long time ago not to wear suits to interviews.
the job I want won't require it, the people that hire me for that job won't care.

But I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I said "Actually, a kid on the train spilled coffee all over it."

"Really? so you've got a small stain or something?"
"Nope. it's unsalvageable"
"Really, unsalvageable, huh? - You can't put your hands on another suit in the next half-hour? No? Ok, well, I'll call them and let them know about the...accident..."

sheesh.


I'm nobody's puppet. I went to the interview in a shirt-and-tie, talked to an HR person in a ridiculous one-piece corduroy skirt thing, and a VP in shirt sleeves and a windbreaker.

I didn't have a blazer - SOMEBODY ALERT THE EMERGENCY RESPONSE TEAM!

-t