Well, en route to the fashion/garment district I received a call. This wasn’t unexpected. They’d called me friday while at lunch. This was a professional out placement service. Translation, a mega-headhunter on steroids. For $4500 they will represent a corporarion’s outgoing staff.

This service includes everything from resume rewrites, job councelling, retraining, and accessing a list of decision making executives to help you create the job you want. Yes, employment pimps. Now, their service doesn’t come cheap at all. It is, though a complete write off. It’s not the 4500 they charge a corporation, but it’s still a hefty sum. However, they say they will represent me for 5 years.

So, this morning I fielded another hour of their sales pitch. And I signed on. I also gave them a full self evaluation of my character as well as some work history. I hate this part because I am a code jockey. Call it engineer, analyst, architect, programmer… Whatever… I write code. I figure out problems. That’s what I do. There really isn’t much glorification to it.

The next stuff they want (gads) is my education history. Something every college drop out loves to see. :-b

I made a quick run to the airport. Said goodbye to the Arizona folk and picked up my fabric that we’d (intentionally) left in their car. Then it was off to venice (west end) to help transfer the bank account from the old chapter treasurer to me. (hopefully not temporarily)

Out here I discovered a place called the Mitsuwa marketplace. A japanese super market, gift shop and bookstore. Yay.

Well 10 til 1 and someone should be showing up here shortly. More as I get time…

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