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# And another thing
Just got a call from a recruiter I had been talking to last year when I was trying to get out of GR. The one who was trying to get me an interview at ninemsn and whom in hindsight I really should have given more time to since the job I took instead was the industrialised sleaziness at adultmatchmaker.com.au
I link because it would amuse me to have that description appear near the top of google results, a goal which is unlikely to occur without lots of SEO.
Speaking of those yahoos, I also have two guys trying to recruit me to start up an online dating site. A friend passed my name onto one of them – previously described to me by said friend as “dodgy” – and now they are almost hounding me. The dodgy one called at first and I had to be rude to get him off the phone; it was the first time I ever hung up on someone – I’ve hung up on plenty of telemarketers but no real people before. Then the slightly more respectable – he is a barrister after all so clearly respectability is only skin deep – called while I was on the train and pointedly didn’t tell me where he got my name from. I met them for lunch so that I could verify they were connected and if not to find out where he got my number.
Yes, Dan, if you are reading this is an implicit criticism for not telling me you were handing my name and number out. All cool though.
Where were these people five months ago when I desperately needed someone to rescue me from the situation I had gotten myself into?
Aside, I have to admit I am sorely tempted to take those two guys up on an offer to architect out the dating site and then oversee some other developer while they do the actual implementation. I freely admit, it is not because I actually care about the concept – it sucks and the two guys seem unable to accept that the industry is a) flooded and b) inherently sleazy – but because I want to stick it to adultmatchmaker, particularly the owner and the talentless ex-helpdesk c—t who tried to manage me.
Perhaps bitterness is not the best foundation on which to build anything except misery.
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# Headphones
My iPod headphones gave up the ghost last Thursday. Well, they’ve been gradually been giving up the ghost for months; I thought I had been going deaf since I needed to turn the iPod up to max to be able to hear various podcasts and even some music, but it turns out the headphones were at fault. They are hardware so it should go without saying by now that I do not understand why the volume through these headphones were slipping but it was.
Last Thursday I found that the only way to get anything through the right speaker was to hold the wire just so while standing perfectly still, holding my breath and facing North-North-East. I wasn’t sure though if it was the headphones or the connection in the iPod so as soon as I got home I had tWM fetch her headphones and tested the connection.
I probably should have taken some time to turn the volume down: it was at maximum. The song was pretty bass heavy, Spiderbait’s Don’t Kill The Nipper, and when I un-paused the music, the sheer thereness of it poured down my ear canal and crashed against my eardrum like…well, like a wave. Although it would be more illustrative if I compared it to a tsunami surging across a Sri Lankan beach only to strike some unmovable object like, say, the right wing’s inability to grasp the idea of DDT-resistant mosquitos.
I could feel Janet’s guitar in toenail clippings I had snipped off a week earlier.
Anyway, on the weekend it was tWM’s birthday. Fourteen if you must know – that’s 98 in dog years, which I have to admit is so tangential that it is almost sunburn – and we took her into the city so that she could spend an hour in the large Supré – tween, tween and skank clothing – store on George Street. Speaking of tangents, this store is so big it actually descends two levels into the bowels of the earth, which is practically begging for a snarky literary comparison.
We also check out the markets in Chinatown and I bought one of those remotes. I had assumed that it would also come with headphones since it would be a pain to use it with the standard headphones – cords too long to be practicable and all – but no. I checked out the Apple store online for headphones. $48 dollars. For headphones! I know they are pretty good headphones, but $48?! For that I’d also want to receive a free Potion of Charisma, a Hoodie of Snide Superiority and the ability to speak Japanese to pretty cameras.
Think I’ll just go back to those markets and pick up some for a tenth of the price.
