Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Ima check up on it
Dear crazy contact from long ago:
"You need to stop playing round with all them clowns and the wangstas."
Seriously. I don't know you anymore. You could be a clown or--worse yet--a wangsta (I hear they're thugtastic). We went to school 4 years ago. We were in a college club. We butted heads often, and it usually ended with you in your provocation-while-confrontation-evasion technique of storming off in a huff and then sending a lengthy and overly heart-felt apology e-mail.
Ok so why do you think I'd make a great professional reference? Tell me this again?
Sincerely,
Jaded Jay
What is this about? Well, I have a contact (we won't use the term friend) from college that has recently entered the job market. I received a 'hello' e-mail about two months ago under the guise of sending my a holiday card; he needed my address and contact information. Sweet gesture, but not necessary. I came to realize this week that I never received said card.
And why not? Fast forward to last week. I received a call from someone stating that he cited me as a reference. Could I speak on his behalf?
WTF? I didn't know I agreed to do that! Oh wait, I didn't actually.
Aside from being caught off guard, I had no idea how to respond. I haven't talked to the kid in 3.5 years. Other than knowing what you look like, I really don't remember much about you, and you want me to help you score a job? OH HELLLLL NO!
I'm not a bad person, I just don't want to do something that isn't smart. To associate myself with a loose cannon that didn't have the balls to ask my permission to flash my good name all over creation is really not cool. Furthermore, when I insist that I have nothing good or bad to say about a nearly perfect stranger, why do you continue to list me, only leading to frustration not just on my end, but on that of the potential employer's too.
Jesus, think man!
Side note - The Beyonce Lyric really had nothing to do with this other than a vague association with reference checking. But I primarily wanted correct any wrongs about the line Matt commonly misinterprets about pussy popping, though it would be fun. The correct line is actually "Dip it, pop it, work it, stop it." We should know better; Beyonce is too clean and wholesome to talk about pussy popping. Just ask Jay-Z. I'm sure he's right there with her. MMMM HMMMM.
"You need to stop playing round with all them clowns and the wangstas."
Seriously. I don't know you anymore. You could be a clown or--worse yet--a wangsta (I hear they're thugtastic). We went to school 4 years ago. We were in a college club. We butted heads often, and it usually ended with you in your provocation-while-confrontation-evasion technique of storming off in a huff and then sending a lengthy and overly heart-felt apology e-mail.
Ok so why do you think I'd make a great professional reference? Tell me this again?
Sincerely,
Jaded Jay
What is this about? Well, I have a contact (we won't use the term friend) from college that has recently entered the job market. I received a 'hello' e-mail about two months ago under the guise of sending my a holiday card; he needed my address and contact information. Sweet gesture, but not necessary. I came to realize this week that I never received said card.
And why not? Fast forward to last week. I received a call from someone stating that he cited me as a reference. Could I speak on his behalf?
WTF? I didn't know I agreed to do that! Oh wait, I didn't actually.
Aside from being caught off guard, I had no idea how to respond. I haven't talked to the kid in 3.5 years. Other than knowing what you look like, I really don't remember much about you, and you want me to help you score a job? OH HELLLLL NO!
I'm not a bad person, I just don't want to do something that isn't smart. To associate myself with a loose cannon that didn't have the balls to ask my permission to flash my good name all over creation is really not cool. Furthermore, when I insist that I have nothing good or bad to say about a nearly perfect stranger, why do you continue to list me, only leading to frustration not just on my end, but on that of the potential employer's too.
Jesus, think man!
Side note - The Beyonce Lyric really had nothing to do with this other than a vague association with reference checking. But I primarily wanted correct any wrongs about the line Matt commonly misinterprets about pussy popping, though it would be fun. The correct line is actually "Dip it, pop it, work it, stop it." We should know better; Beyonce is too clean and wholesome to talk about pussy popping. Just ask Jay-Z. I'm sure he's right there with her. MMMM HMMMM.
# posted by Jay @ 7:55 AM 
