rigadoon

Hmmm... so remember that job I thought was coming my way? Well, now I'm not so sure about it.

To refresh your memories: When I quit my job, one of the regulars, a journalist for the Times, left his card for me in case I stopped by. We had talked every couple of days when he'd come in to buy coffee and apparently, he has a friend who owns a restaurant in the West Village and he thought I might need a new job for the holidays. He'd always been pleasant, but I always had the distinct feeling that he felt he was above me. Despite my better judgement, I decided to email him in the hopes of getting this job. He responded briefly, saying that he was going out of town for the weekend "to write a piece for the Times in Miami." He said he'd get back to me once he returned.

So, here's the fun part: I check my email today and see that I have two emails from him. The first goes something like this... "Hey, I don't know if you've ever read any of my work, but here's an opinion piece on ____ that was in the Times a few weeks ago. [Insert long article]." Period!!! No mention of the job or anything. Email #2 consisted of one sentence that he put in the subject line: "Do you have a cell number?"

What the fuck??? My initial email to him was in reference to the job and nothing more! Why feel the need to self-promote all of a sudden? From what I've heard about him, he has a wife and kid(s)? The guy is just a prick, but now I'm torn between my annoyance and my really needing a job. On top of that, I am kind of wanting to get connections to the literary world and having a friend who writes for the Times would be a great doorway. Gah!