Lunch with Linda was fun today; I badly miss getting to see her more often. She admired M extravagantly, as did just about everyone who saw her wherever we went. Over lunch, Linda told me about a problem that had dropped into her lap, dealing with another Purchasing employee’s malfeasance. Honestly, why do people think they can get away with that kind of crookedness? She also offered to give us some clothes that her one-year-old daughter has outgrown, although she tactfully hinted around a little at first to make sure I wouldn’t be offended or think she was trying to hand out charity. I wasn’t offended; so far as I’m concerned, giving away good but outgrown baby clothing is only sensible, and a form of recycling. As M outgrows her clothing, we’ll either pass them on to someone else with a baby the right age or give it to Goodwill, so somebody else can get the good of them.
While killing time before lunch, M and I went over to Texas Office Products, so I could discover what kind of stuph they have and to price filing cabinets; L wants to buy two to store all our papers. I was relieved to find that good used five-drawer metal cabinets could be had for $95 to $125, which is far better than paying $300 to $400 for a new one.
This afternoon a headhunter called, who’s been putting a lot of effort into trying to find me a job. (He knows my situation of “out of money and new baby.”?) A few weeks ago he’d tried to place me in a contract job at Texas Department of Transportation, doing everything he could to make sure I was the one picked, the way a conjuror forces a card on a member of the audience assisting him with a trick. The hiring person at TxDOT had other ideas, though, and hauled in a ringer of his own, a friend whom he forced the headhunter to hire on and then place in the job. Apparently that guy turned out to be a disaster, and today he was fired summarily. So now my headhunter is trying to put me back in as the #1 candidate to fill the empty chair. It’d be very nice if it happens, since the TxDOT facility is close enough that I could just about commute by bike, and I want to get back to working in government anyhow. I’m just not the kind of worker best suited to the private sector.
The Poly dinner tonight at Fuddrucker’s was small-ish; only about a dozen people eventually showed. I ordered a bleu-cheese burger that I didn’t care for that much; I think I would have been happier with an ordinary cheeseburger. After dinner Hands gave a demonstration of and pitch for a new sort of massage tool for which she’s trying to become a distributor. I excused myself; I dislike being made a captive audience in that way. That doesn’t seem any different from a Tupperware party to me, save that at a Tupperware party you know in advance that a sales pitch is coming along at some point.
The Green Lantern avoids an amoeboid Mason jar. Fnord.
