Spent all morning in Evanston interviewing, came home to find out that Google wants me to come in for an in-person interview!
Go shrift go!!!!
Thanks to Bill Donohue's insane fuckwaddery, I now have "write an email to the head of Myers' department enthusiastically supporting his right to be obnoxious and offensive" on my to-do list for the week
"Even as a lapsed and mostly unbelieving Catholic, I think you're a total jackass. Sadly, I think Bill Donahue is a bigger one. Damn."
That would be my letter. Sigh.
Well, he also asked people to send him some some communion wafers so he could desecrate them, so I don't think it was just mentioning snackfoods that upset people.
No, PZ (whom I adore) was rude and obnoxious.
My condolences,Drew
and extra strength to your mom.
and hooray for shrift
and yay for Trudy too
and PZ often goes out of his way to be obnoxious which I don't get. However,then the reactions are often so stupid and unthinking that I almost under the reason to be so obnoxious. Seriously, don't give people a big red button to push.
I wanted to not hate on the church for this, while I think they shouldn't have gotten so upset, I can see why they had a problem with it. And then, they called it a "hate crime". And I was done with them.
Oh, Bill Donahue is so VERY much not "The Church." He's living proof that any whackjob with an internet connection and a theasuarus can fake credibility if he comes up with an official sounding name for his tiny club of whackjobs.
"The Catholic League" has about as much official standing with the Vatican as I do. Maybe less.
[eta: And he pretty much calls any blog post with a whiff of an anti-Catholic stance a hate crime. I have yet to hear him apply this label to an actual crime.]
Sweet Jesus, how is it only 11:15???
I mean, I got up ungodly early to be on a conference call at 7AM, which lasted for over two loooooooooong hours. And my boss just called, but I talked to him and made everything sound pretty good, I think. (He was all "We haven't talked in like, two and a half weeks!" but he was on vacation for a week of that) And then I looked at the clock, and totally expected it to be afternoon. And it wasn't. GAH.
Doesn't someone want to magically do some grocery shopping and entertain me, oh, and do some work for me? Without making me get dressed and leave the house?
I'm really excited by the Google interview, but also terribly nervous.
Somehow I doubt it will work if I drop to my knees and beg of them, "Pleeeeeease hire me. I worship at the altar of Google. And I don't want to take the job offer in sales which doesn't pay very well. Please?"
Somehow I doubt it will work if I drop to my knees and beg of them, "Pleeeeeease hire me. I worship at the altar of Google. And I don't want to take the job offer in sales which doesn't pay very well. Please?"
Only use that as a second-to-last resort.
Last resort is waving the gun around.
