The View

The View

The View

Isn’t The View awesome? No, no I am kidding, it lost all of its caché when Rosie O’Donnell left. And that Elizabeth is just silly.

Actually, I’m referring to the view out of our condo windows. It’s quite grand – if by “grand” you mean “directly facing Burger King and Lawrence Avenue.” When we moved into our place we wondered how this view would impact our life. Some of our friends had fancy views: sweeping panoramas of Lake Michigan and the downtown skyline; we instead have constant visual confirmation of the latest promotions being offered at the nearby mecca of flame broiling. We knew we wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing the 4th of July fireworks from the comfort of our home. However, our little view provides us with so much more.

On a more kid-friendly note, this week has been full of excitement. Ryder is crazy for the goings on outside the window and sits on his stool for long stretches, observing and commenting on the happenings. Noteworthy events range from a simple firetruck speeding by to someone getting pulled over by the police. For a kid who is crazy for cars, trucks, buses, and the like, it’s pretty snazzy. This week, it was off the hook. The city of Chicago got its best people out to fix a giant pothole just off the exit of the BK parking lot.



There were backhoes, cement trucks, and lots of uniformed workers. Ryder practically leaped out the window with excitement when the backhoe sidled up to our building. Phrases like “holy tamoli” and “oh my GOSH” came out of his mouth. The view provides him with lots of entertainment and consequently allows us a little time to regroup, cook dinner, or tend to sweet Maisy. It may not provide us with increased property value or the ever-important visual confirmation of fireworks, but we wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Happy Easter!

ryder holding maisy.

ryder holding maisy.

We got the kids all posed and prepped for an Easter greeting. Little do they know that Easter is postponed until the Easter bunny can get his/her act together. We were supposed to go over to our fun friend’s house for an egg hunt – however their little girl is sick. A rushed and poorly thought out trip to Target last night ended in us buying a box of granola bars and some stain remover. The Easter section looked as if it had been ransacked. Granted, it was a last minute decision to pull something together, but seriously this was unacceptable. There were no plastic eggs to be found. Picked over candy lay in sad heaps. People were roaming the aisles with disgust. (By “people” I mean me.) Alas, Ryder and Maisy did not wake to cute baskets filled with treats, but we did let Ryder watch an extra episode of Ina, one of his favorite cooking show ladies. Happy Easter!

How *Not* to Get a Job

Not the actual job applicant

Not the actual job applicant

This email was sent to a list I’m on by a friend of mine. I found it humorous, and well, we’ve started  to turn to scraping interesting content off our friends, in the quest to feed to never ending hunger of this blog. It’s a hungry beast, and I want to keep updating on the regular as much as I can.

I’ve re-formatted it in a way that is reader friendly, so you can read down directly rather than having to scroll up the typical email chain. Here goes.

Initial Context (from my friend):

As we prepare for the summer internship season, I thought I’d pass along this classic that I received last year while recruiting for a summer intern.  I’ve deleted this guy’s email information to avoid a “Chung is King” incident for this kid, but here’s the back-drop:

•  This undergrad from Berkeley wanted an internship and alerted me he had another offer he was considering

•  The day before our interview, he called me and rescheduled for the following week

• Rather than waiting a week, I hired another candidate so I could end the process and because the Berkeley kid said he was available to work in the Fall

• The Berkeley kid was irate and ended up calling me on a Sunday when I was with me wife and yelled at me for screwing him over

•  I told him he might want to consider acting more professionally and ended the call.  This is where the email picks up.

The Email Chain (from friend to would-be applicant):


I apologize, but I’m going to have to cancel our interview on Tuesday.  I’ve decided to hire another candidate from the University of Washington.  I would have loved the chance to talk with you about this role, but ultimately I needed to get this process done.  Lets stay in touch though as I like you and your drive and there may be an opportunity in the Fall and beyond to
work together.

Good luck with the other role this summer.


The Response (from applicant to friend):


first off, if my tone of voice seemed a bit annoyed then I attribute it to the fact that I was in the library and ran outside to call you. I did not mean to come across as confrontational, if anything I think I sounded defeated on the phone, which is why I’m writing to you now.

Look, you chastised my about my lack of professionalism, but if anyone has been unprofessional in this process it’s been you. If you had concerns about the rescheduling of my interview then you should have communicated it to me, as I did with you. That’s what grown professionals do. I have been keeping the people who gave me an offer waiting for over a week because I wanted to hear back from you. I know that you are in a position of power right now, you’re “the boss” and I’m just a lowly undergrad applying for an internship, but some lowly undergrads grow up to be big bad bosses such as yourself one day.

Working in an industry where personal relationships and reputation is so important, I would think twice about going off on too many more power trips on people who, for the moment, are below you. I would think that at business school you would have learned about the importance of not burning bridges, but evidently thats not the case.

I didn’t burn a bridge in this situation my friend, you did. I wouldn’t want to work for a firm that rescinds potential job offers on a whim and leaves people hanging. You have the right to be tired of interviewing applicants, you have the right to not care about my finals schedule, you have the right to cancel commitments you make, heck, you even have the right to be a rude, condescending asshole. But treating people like shit is not good for business, XXXX. And please don’t go riding on your high horse about me making threats about becoming some bigshot and remembering you screwing me over. I’m not pretending to be the best thing to happen to finance since John Kravis. But what I am saying, XXXX, is that I’m very disappointed, upset, indignant, and quite frankly, a little hurt. Maybe this was for the best, for the both of us. I sincerely wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.

May you make boatloads of cash and treat them however which way you want to, just because you can. Thank you for sparing me the pleasure of getting to know you in person.

I’ve said my peace.