I’ve sifted through a lot of job listings in the past few weeks or so. As much as I need to prove my value to a potential employer, a company needs to show that it’s worth working for. If you’re a “hip web company”, then you need to know your space. This is a sign that you’re not and you don’t.
This is my roundabout way of getting to two points:
- I’m interviewing these companies beforehand, and if they make it to my second round, I apply1; and
- This may be the best job listing that I’ve ever seen.
No words are wasted and everything is Crystal Pepsi clear. Also, I enjoy this gem:
Your grammar is impeccable. If you can write well, you can do other things well.
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If you’re one of them, then hello. We should chat. ↩
“If you’re not working, then aren’t you incredibly bored?” — Everybody
My imagination is better than it was when I was five, so: no.
Also, I make things because I have access to grownup things like power tools and hydrometers. Instead of sitting around, I’ve been occupying myself with bookmarklets, micro-batches of cider for my brother’s pre-wedding tasting extravaganza, a deceivingly elaborate wooden board for an obscure French Canadian game, blog posts, tweets, a handful of really poorly constructed music playlists, and latkes (the tastiest of things so made).
The future contains at least a little quality time with a grinding wheel and a large hunk of metal, but small things are still things to occupy your head thinking thing with.
And travel takes up some nice time, too. Thanks, travel!
But, yeah, you can still definitely hire me. I project managed crap out of that crokinole board.
But, for you needy bastards, I’ll give you what’s known and what’s likely:
- On Sunday, February 20th, I leave for London
- On or about the 27th or 28th I’ll be heading over to Brussels to convene with The Lovely Tori Oellers—I say, “27th or 28th,” because I don’t remember what she said, but, given her predilection for punching sternums, I’ll try to remember real hard like
- Between whenever she arrives and the 3rd, we plan to party in the Bruges, the Brussels, and an Amsterdam
- Sometime thereafter I may visit Sweden
Professional fashionista Patrick says, “Sunday? I bet you wore those on Tuesday.”
He’s wrong, but I wish he was right. I’ll make a non-liar out of him soon enough.
Might I note that my belt still matches my shoes. Standards, people.
