You Know Who You Are,

You Know Who You Are, Part IV - You're the guy I interviewed with in August.

I came to the interview at your company on a day's notice, on a 95-degree, swelteringly humid day. I tried my damnedest to keep from wilting in the heat, as I walked across the eternal parking lot to your office.

Once inside, I met you. You were clearly uncomfortable talking with people over whom you exert no control, as of yet. You ushered me into a room with four of your subordinates.

And oh, lordy, what subordinates they were; a cardigan-clad academic washout who fairly screamed "ass kisser", a woman who sat and said not a word in 45 minutes, a man who seemed content to sit and smirk, and a woman whose main goal seemed to be to trip me up on abstruse academic questions delivered with passive-aggressive glee.

By the way - although I was clearly battling the heat (including that found in your fetid, ill-ventilated conference room), nobody asked me if I'd like a glass of water before the interview. The interview couldn't have been any less pleasant if there'd been a 100 watt bulb hanging over my head.

As I left, you seemed distracted as I tried to get a few questions in. "Give me a call or an email if you have any questions", you said as if from a recording. And I did. In the past two and a half months, there have been three phone calls and two emails - none answered.

So I'll leave it at this; the next slump, it'll be you out looking for the job (judging by the caliber of from your group that I met, you're certainly not getting by on managerial talent).

In the meantime - you could stand to lose a few pounds, and pick up some social skills.

That is all.