Lifestyles of the Greedy Capitalist Pigs...
I got back from my mini-adventure in Chicago today. For the most part it was unexciting, consisting of lots of weed and Super Metroid, mainly because I had no car and it was so fucking cold that it wasn't worth walking a block to even get dinner. However, I did do a bit of fun interviewing.
I got dressed up in my snazzy new high-class clothes, which I thought had me looking like a fox. Wish I had a picture. Adam even commented that I looked "very GQ", though that's of limited worth given it came from a guy lounging in a bathrobe and cooking up a shot of heroin. Anyways, I made my way downtown, and the building wasn't hard to find as it was "kitty-corner to the Sears Tower, on the 22nd floor." Yeah. The entry foyer was the size of Beckman and decked out like the fucking Ritz, and I got the strong impression that if I had dared to wear sneakers they would have thrown me out the door no questions asked. When I complained the elevators only went up to 18, the receptionist gave me this look and said "those elevators are on the other side of the building. How the hell was I supposed to know this shit?
The office itself was equally elegant, with expensive-looking embossed crystal everywhere... I felt totally out of place. The room I interviewed in had some high-level corporate organization stuff left on the whiteboard. From what I could decipher, the last guy wanted a position requiring at least three "Chief Officers" to suck his dick on a daily basis. Madness... it's a totally different world. Still, things went pretty well, and I'm supposed to get a call in a few days. We'll see.
Now I'm back in boring old KS, though at least it's warm here and I have a car. Next plan: go back up to Lawrence and get better acquainted with some of the multitude of bizarrely cute "KU sluts." As one of my old HS friends -- who is sorta a nerd, didn't date much in HS, and is in no way a player, yet has had a string of women he sees mainly for booty calls -- put it, "they're easy, just give em the tiniest bit of attention and they're all over you." Sounds good to me. :)
I got dressed up in my snazzy new high-class clothes, which I thought had me looking like a fox. Wish I had a picture. Adam even commented that I looked "very GQ", though that's of limited worth given it came from a guy lounging in a bathrobe and cooking up a shot of heroin. Anyways, I made my way downtown, and the building wasn't hard to find as it was "kitty-corner to the Sears Tower, on the 22nd floor." Yeah. The entry foyer was the size of Beckman and decked out like the fucking Ritz, and I got the strong impression that if I had dared to wear sneakers they would have thrown me out the door no questions asked. When I complained the elevators only went up to 18, the receptionist gave me this look and said "those elevators are on the other side of the building. How the hell was I supposed to know this shit?
The office itself was equally elegant, with expensive-looking embossed crystal everywhere... I felt totally out of place. The room I interviewed in had some high-level corporate organization stuff left on the whiteboard. From what I could decipher, the last guy wanted a position requiring at least three "Chief Officers" to suck his dick on a daily basis. Madness... it's a totally different world. Still, things went pretty well, and I'm supposed to get a call in a few days. We'll see.
Now I'm back in boring old KS, though at least it's warm here and I have a car. Next plan: go back up to Lawrence and get better acquainted with some of the multitude of bizarrely cute "KU sluts." As one of my old HS friends -- who is sorta a nerd, didn't date much in HS, and is in no way a player, yet has had a string of women he sees mainly for booty calls -- put it, "they're easy, just give em the tiniest bit of attention and they're all over you." Sounds good to me. :)