Lovely weather here in CC. My sister (who lives back home) is boycotting my calls. She says it’s too disgusting to hear me talk about how warm it is and how I need to get a new bathing suit when she’s still scraping ice off her windshield every morning.
Stupid news link of the day: Epic fail, Dodd.
Today’s word count: 0 (Woe!)
Current project: Researching CEO pay in Europe.
Current song on my playlist: Weezer – Hash Pipe
And now, a word on references. I imagine this topic will come up a lot on my blog. It’s a subject very near and dear to my heart (and my intact skin), and my hobby pet peeve. Getting guys to name their references. Ladies who take three weeks to answer a request for a reference. Ladies who think, “He’s fine. Wait… no, thinking of someone else. Yeah, I think he’s fine” counts as an adequate reference. Guys who use a reference older than Methuselah. Newbies who call at 3:14 AM and ask if being willing to drop trousers on webcam counts as a reference. When the definition of “he’s fine” is “he tried to sneak the cover off but apologised for it real nicely later, and didn’t short the envelope by more than fifty bucks.”
Lately, and I’ve no idea why, there’s been a rash of gents thanking me for giving them references. Only, I didn’t. I would have; I’d seen each of them, and they’re great guys and hobbyists, but the gal in question hadn’t actually asked me for a reference.
It’s a bit baffling. Do y’all think maybe the gals are reckoning that if I’m off the open market, then I must not be giving references?