Good afternoon, reader,
I returned from a fantastic European trip last week. The post-vacation depression is now running its course, naturally, and I'm evaluating and reevaluating what exactly I'd like to get out of this weird thing called life. I've been going on interviews here and there--take today for example. I drove an hour this morning to discuss a sales role, when in fact the guy tried to sell me a marketing position. It would have been a big time saver if he had just stated what role I would fit in, in his organization, by email. Let's just say I'm not buying what he tried to sell me.
