I'll take "courtesy" for $700, please, Alex

Allow me to explain something.

Rejection in any form, while difficult, is needed. Hearing something to the effect of "I like you, but I don't think we are a match and we shouldn't continue dating" is cruddy to hear, yet it is final, finite, and a tangible answer to underlying questions. Similarly, "We have filled this position...Good luck with your search!" would be sad to read in an email.

But it would be an answer. Yet this simple task is sorely lacking in this job market.

I refuse to believe the economy is THAT tragic, THAT cumbersome, and a Human Resource Professional's position has become THAT horrifying and overwhelming that a 2 line email has become an impossibility. If I have taken the time to show interest in your company to the point that I am announcing my desire to work there, I deserve not only the professional recognition of a "yes or no," but the human dignity of it. When did we become a culture that was so jaded, even a "Go away" was too much effort? Really, America, I refuse to believe it.

We love rejection in the United States. We are the only language that employs multiple slang references for "I am taking this away from you and reveling in your disappointment!" (See "PSCH!" "Not," "Sucka," etc. for reference.) I am ASKING for a No...and yet...nothing.

The most obvious and pathetic byproduct of a lack of an answer, of course, is the faint hope that my resume is potentially lost on someone's desk (or, more delusionally, on a white board somewhere in an office as a team invents an amazing job for me and draws a lot of dollar signs near a flow chart that has my name on it.) Simply put - it makes me believe that I still have a shot. Because why not me? No, really - tell me. I'm asking you to. Tell me. Why not me?

I clearly haven't had my morning yoga class and ensuing Bloody Mary yet on this rainy New England morning - I'll snap out of it eventually.

In the meantime, Evil Company That Does Not Return Emails, a pox on you. Unless of course you're calling to offer me the job. In which case, I'm willing to change my answer.

Doing My Part

Can we call it reducing my carbon footprint if I'm showering every other day?

I'm going to go with that.

Pantsless Lawyer (remember him?  Try here and here.) has taken to IMing me a one-line blurb with no context.  But I know that you, Dear Reader, don't need context here any more than I do.

You can hang your head in shame along with me and Pantsless.

09/11/09 9:35 AM
[Pantsless Lawyer]: oh, this is the episode where Stan loses his business, and Dorothy convinces Blanche to go out with him to make him happy. I love this one.

09/23/09 11:06 AM
[Pantsless Lawyer]: this is the one where Blanche puts her winning lottery ticket in the leather jacket which Sophia then donates to goodwill.

10/13/09 11:02 AM
[Pantsless Lawyer]: this is the one where Rose has a heart attack

Things Are Tough All Over

OK, OK, I've been more than remiss.  I completely abdicated my blogging duties, and I should be forced to drink cheap bourbon as penance.

Or at least that's would should have happened if that wasn't in fact what I'd been doing for the last six weeks.  BTW: did you know Evan Williams (retail: under $30 for a 1.75) was a favorite of Mark Twain?  You didn't?  Turns out he wasn't actually a fan, and I'd remembered wrong in the store.  But can I really be a man under the age of 40 who drinks Old Crow?  

At any rate, the job search creeps slowly forward.  As a fierce believer in the First Amendment, this should be right up my alley, right?

Growing gay adult film company is seeking a full time staff attorney in Chicago, IL to work alongside our outside counsel in various copyright, trademark and other litigation.

+ Candidate should be a recent graduate or experienced person who is a member of the Illinois Bar
+ Candidate should have good computer skills, research and drafting skills, and good writing skills.
+ Candidate should be interested in protecting free speech rights as well as protecting our copyrights and trademarks.

This is an excellent opportunity for the right candidate that wants to be part of a growing company for a long term.

Please email resume with cover letter

Location: Chicago, IL - LakeView
Compensation: 45k to start
Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.
Please, no phone calls about this job!
Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.

I now regret my use of the word "alley" a few lines ago.  

Pantsless Lawyer in St. Louis, whom you may remember from this post, had the following to contribute:

• [Pantsless Lawyer]: i think they forgot a bullet point or two in that ad
• [Deja Vu]: such as?
• [Pantsless Lawyer]: ideal candidate should be interested in protecting free speech rights and fisting.
  
• [Pantsless Lawyer]: should be able to draft and negotiate while surrounded by cum shots

Mrs. Vu doesn't find this all that funny.  I've joked that joblessness could drive a man to porn, but this is the first time I've ever been confronted with the opportunity.  I'm just dying to know the name of the company.   

Idle Livers are the Devil's Playground

When we last left our heroine (And who, may I ask, left heroin lying around?) she was in the midst of networking and interviewing. Which I still am, admittedly, but I've also been dodging hurricanes and inventing new cocktails. What? Idle hands are the devil's playground. Gotta stay productive.

Several years ago, DV and I were IM'ing (some things never change) and he instructed me to call him IMMEDIATELY as he had something of GREAT IMPORTANCE to discuss. I was sitting at my desk at work (ah, I remember work) and yet I dropped everything to help a friend in need. Once a voice connection was established, he said, with all the sincerity in the world, "We need to establish what my signature cocktail is going to be this summer." Clients be darned, I got right to task on this important subject. Signature cocktails, while not necessarily having to be the ONLY thing one drinks, help to indicate to friends and family what sort of hooch to stock in the house should you stop over for a nooner, and what they should buy you when they are able to wedge themselves closer to the bar when you go out on Saturday. (Note: the latter is only important if you live near an area where there are crowded bars or actually go out, neither of which apply to the authors of this blog, BUT WILL SOMEDAY SOON.)

Where were we? Oh, yes. Signature drinks.

I suggested to DV that for summer I always enjoy a nice Vodka Lemonade. He immediately retorted, "Oh, yeah. You know why I don't drink those? BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A VAGINA." (I believe I hung up on him.)

Since we've only had about 2 whole weeks of summer, it's tabula rasa time: we turn our thoughts to the beginnings of Autumn and how to make New Transitions. Not quite ready to give up my sunshine and unemployment tan, however, I am still clinging to the clear spirits and need to table the brown liquor cravings for another few weeks. That said, I added a few Autumnal elements to a vodka lemonade this past weekend, am happy with the results overall (even though my liver may not be) and share it thusly:

Step One: Make a simple syrup (1.5 cups sugar, 1 cup water, combine, boil until clear, let cool) with several sprigs of rosemary in the liquid through the cooling process. Remove the rosemary sprigs and discard.

Step two: In a pitcher, combine:

2 cups freshly squeezed lemon juice
2 cups rosemary simple syrup
2 cups sparkling water or seltzer

Step three: Fill glasses with ice and vodka to, um, taste. Pour lemonade mixture over and stir. Garnish with rosemary sprig and clever smile.

(Note: have pre-made or store bought lemonade on hand, as your will to freshly squeeze lemon juice will diminish after first pitcher.)

Not to be consumed prior to composing cover letters, feeding one-year-olds, or going to spin class (unless you are prepared for excitingly negative results.)

Another day, another segue

So, I had a job interview today (hold all applause until the end, folks) and spent the rest of the day with a great old friend who is essentially a genius. She has directed some great television shows, is a gifted photographer, has an Ivy League education. She, too, is Out of Work. We did what Unemployed People do - cheap/free things. In this case, we sat in Bryant Park and watched the world go by, discussing exciting new ways to save money.

We talked at length (as good friends are known to do), and caught up on the important people in our lives. This gifted soul is out of work. This other gifted soul is miserable in her job...but is petrified to quit due to the sour market. This one just got let go. This one (oh my God, HIM?) has been out of work since last year. The stories, it seemed, were endless.

What is going on? In what country, on what planet, are some of the most incompetent schlubs (and you know who I'm talking about) sitting gainfully employed at their desks, playing computer card games, skating by whilst utilizing emoticons in business emails, and generally satisfied with status quo as long as it comes with a decent health care plan and a requisite two weeks of vacation? Meanwhile, on a seemingly epidemic level, some of the most gifted and talented folks languish in search of The Perfect Opportunity and a Greater Challenge.

I feel, at my core, there is a distinct similarity between choosing career paths and dating. (Sad but true.) There are options out there, sure. The interview I had today was one that I nailed - I almost felt bad doing so well. Like shooting fish in a barrel. It's a position at a big company with a big benefits package and, well, all the soul and interest of its bulk of male employees sporting pleated khakis and button down shirts from Gap. Available, bountiful, and flat-out boring. But there, available, and within grasp- in all of its/their instantaneous gratification glory. And as I winced while pulling out a few dollars from my wallet (THAT SHOULD GO INTO SAVINGS, DAMMIT) for a measly lemonade and salad, I had a fleeting thought:

"I could do that job. It would be *fine.* Growth opportunity, decent sized cubicle, sure. I could have a regular paycheck again within 4 short weeks. Why the hell not?"

I sat and laughed for a bit. My friend and I solved the world's problems, and came up with fabulous ideas that manifested over lemonade. A distinctly attractive gentleman walked through the park, stopping even my happily married friend in her tracks (extreme bonus points for the Ramones pin on your briefcase, sir.) Finally, I realized - you can date someone who is there, and you can take a job because they want you. And it will be fine for now. But perhaps there is something to be said for aiming at a higher rung on the ladder, something that doesn't force a sense of dread when the alarm goes off, or a date that understands that Chekov is not necessarily a Star Trek character. The search is painful, long, and tempting to abandon at almost any cost.

Just not yet. I may not be young, but apparently I'm a hopeless idealist for the time being.

Here's hoping the bounty at the end of the search pays off the expense.

Pants

During this Interregnum I thought I would take on a few home-improvement projects.

(Oh yes, Mrs. Vu and I had a baby in late summer, bought a house in early fall, and I lost the job in the winter. All during the Great Recession. Who says I don't have timing?)

I'm not really that handy, so today the plumber is here to fix an outdoor spigot. But now at least I'm not the only man in the house thoughtlessly showing his buttcrack.