Cassandra Forever

Back in January, when I was starving hysterical naked and unemployed, I responded to an ad placed by a CT aerospace company for a ~4 yr attorney from a Top 10 law school, with firm and in-house experience. I thought "3 outta 4 ain't bad, and I've got Big Corporate America experience, even if it was in the days B.L."

But, apparently, their General Counsel was really looking for someone who works in Connecticut, attended a Top 10 law school, graduated fewer than 4 years ago, and had both firm and in-house experience. I.e., a jackelope. I thanked the HR guy for his time and said that if they are unsuccessful in finding this nonexistent person, and the GC is willing to bend on the in-house requirement, he should call me.

Well he did. This morning. I couldn't place the name or company at first, so I made some noncommittal noise and got off the phone. But we're supposed to talk later today. I'm inclined to chat, just to keep the contact open, but The Hubbins wants me to seriously chat. "What if he's offering $150,000 and a 9-5 job." Yeah, and what if he's offering daily massages, free on-site child care and a gallery of shoes.