What happens to a dream deferred?

If you're wondering, don't bother asking Chedda the Hustler. He's LIVING the dream!

I can't tell if this site is:

a) 100 % real
b) a parody site...a part of Wonderglen they didn't tell us about and only released after we left
c) a scam, or
d) yet another shell website that will ultimately lead to a white supremacist group

Don't ask James Fu, either

Imagine a man's hairy legs. Thick, black strands stretching from ankle to belly button. Then imagine a 3 inch circle on the left leg that is completely bereft of hair.... What? Is this an odd crop circle ... Do you think it's a disease? 

I think buying Rogaine would be embarrassing. Even though it looks strange now, I have a nasty premonition that the hair would grow back thicker than it's surroundings. It would look like a toupee on a chimpanzee. 

How does this relate to the job search? It's a crisis of confidence. The only thing on my mind during the interview is whether or not my bald spot is showing. 

I'm glad that it doesn't itch or shed. That would heighten the importance of dealing with it. Right now, I just mock it. Come a year, it will have spread to my entire body and I will be the newest, hairless, Albino child. 

Cheers!

Sean, your post about Cutco-style scams reminds me of a similar story...

About a month ago, I was noodling around online. (i.e. searching for something, anything to occupy my time), and I found a posting for a bartending job. Not only were there job openings, but you could make something like 85 grand a year in tips, AND they would also TRAIN YOU before you start. I said, "Hey, how about that!", (out loud), because I don't drink much or know how to tend-bar.

The first clue I should have picked up on was that the posting was on the sort of website you find when you Google "jobs+New York+desperate-being a hooker". I forget what it was called, something like findnyjobsnow!.biz, you know, with the exclamation point in the url. But the posting had a number for you to call, and I'm not always observant, so I picked up the phone and gave them a ring.

(Also, this was at about seven at night).

After I set up an appointment, I hung up. "Great", I said, (out loud), "I have a job interview!"

A couple minutes went by. I went back to the website and read the posting again. Now, some more backstory, I thought originally the posting was created by, say, a bar, or a pub, or maybe a bier garten. It wasn't. From what I could surmise from the post, apparently this was some kind of bartending...placement company. I don't know. They didn't say their name in the post, and I couldn't find a company name when I googled the phone number or the address.

"Uhh", I said.

(out loud).

And I passed out. Eleven hours later I woke up, frantic, and tried to dial the number again to tell them I was on my way. But there was only an automated recording telling me the number had been disconnected. I hung up, and a stillness came over me. Then, out the window, a blue jay appeared. He flitted, just for a moment, and then he was gone. We don't get blue jays here around this time of year. Coincidence...?

(Actually, what happened was, shortly after double-checking the posting I decided not go. And I didn't call them back).

"See you later!"

I am very bad at leaving voicemails. I never know what to say and typically take three hours leaving every detail I can imagine, including what I'm eating or planning to eat, how my elbow is feeling, and barometer readings.

When I got suckered in to a job interview with one of those impossible Cutco-brand "sky's the limit" jobs earlier this week, I had to call back to cancel the interview. And how did I end the voicemail message? "See you later!"

YES, this is how you should end all your important business voicemails! "See you later!" Even if you don't intend on seeing them ever, make sure to use this valediction and you'll be headed for success!

I am famous.

My first joke for the Onion News Network has finally run.  No, not the Obama joke.  That one's kind of funny.  The fat joke.  At the bottom.  The one that didn't make you laugh.  I'm so proud.