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februaryfour
I'm back.
I'm back in San Francisco, feeling only moderately zombie-like. I flew out of Orlando at 5am EST and arrived at SFO at 10:30AM PDT. I slept a decent fraction of the way, and otherwise entertained myself with fic and War Music. I'll save my thoughts on War Music for a later post, because I'm planning on excerpting from it for National Poetry Month, but for now I will just say, WOW is Logue amazing. I need to find his other two volumes of Iliad translations, stat.
The trip was great. I love the kind of friendships that you can slip back into, naturally and easily, even after several years' separation. Additionally, Dani's roommate Rahama is really cool, the nuns were cool, and I got to spend some time with Dani's parents. Also, THE SUN [she says, looking out the window at the rain and wind].
Really! Really? Really.
Among the odder emails I got over the last several days was an email from a recruiter at $EMPLOYER, sent to my college email address, soliciting my resume for a role I interviewed for last week as an internal transfer.
I knew that there were some oddities in $EMPLOYER's resume sourcing and recruiting process, but you'd think they'd at least run names through the "people we have interviewed before" database before contacting them.
(Depressing: if they used that email address, they can only have found me from the online resume I haven't updated since graduation. Good to know that I am currently applying for a job I could have been recruited for without my entire extant professional history. Not that they would have hired past!me when compared to applicants like present!me, but still, I feel a bit like I am competing with myself.)
I <3 the Bay Area
Spotted in BART car: what looked to be a fake decorative QR code, which still managed to encode information about when and where the event is going to be. Awesome. I kind of want to go on the basis of the QR code ad alone.
(There is something incredibly "living in the future" about scanning QR codes whenever I come across them. Dorky though, extremely dorky.)
At tu, Catulle, destinatus obdura.
My living room is covered with books of poetry. Also xeroxed poetry from Sappho's Muse. I need to calm down.
I'm back in San Francisco, feeling only moderately zombie-like. I flew out of Orlando at 5am EST and arrived at SFO at 10:30AM PDT. I slept a decent fraction of the way, and otherwise entertained myself with fic and War Music. I'll save my thoughts on War Music for a later post, because I'm planning on excerpting from it for National Poetry Month, but for now I will just say, WOW is Logue amazing. I need to find his other two volumes of Iliad translations, stat.
The trip was great. I love the kind of friendships that you can slip back into, naturally and easily, even after several years' separation. Additionally, Dani's roommate Rahama is really cool, the nuns were cool, and I got to spend some time with Dani's parents. Also, THE SUN [she says, looking out the window at the rain and wind].
Really! Really? Really.
Among the odder emails I got over the last several days was an email from a recruiter at $EMPLOYER, sent to my college email address, soliciting my resume for a role I interviewed for last week as an internal transfer.
I knew that there were some oddities in $EMPLOYER's resume sourcing and recruiting process, but you'd think they'd at least run names through the "people we have interviewed before" database before contacting them.
(Depressing: if they used that email address, they can only have found me from the online resume I haven't updated since graduation. Good to know that I am currently applying for a job I could have been recruited for without my entire extant professional history. Not that they would have hired past!me when compared to applicants like present!me, but still, I feel a bit like I am competing with myself.)
I <3 the Bay Area
Spotted in BART car: what looked to be a fake decorative QR code, which still managed to encode information about when and where the event is going to be. Awesome. I kind of want to go on the basis of the QR code ad alone.
(There is something incredibly "living in the future" about scanning QR codes whenever I come across them. Dorky though, extremely dorky.)
At tu, Catulle, destinatus obdura.
My living room is covered with books of poetry. Also xeroxed poetry from Sappho's Muse. I need to calm down.