If blogs were scratch and sniff...

...mine would smell like lemon drops and cotton candy and clean puppy tummies.

Joy.

Joy is what it would scratch and sniff like.

Because tomorrow, Reader, tomorrow is the day that I NO LONGER HAVE TO TALK TO THE GODDAMN PUBLIC ALL THE GODDAMN DAY.

My head is exploding with rainbows. My heart wants to sing every song it hears.

Now if you'll excuse me, my floppy hat and I are going to go twirl on a mountaintop.

(P.S. I will continue to have some goodies. I will still be looking at resumes, so please do continue to tune in if you so wish.)

And the heavens opened up...

Okay, I KNOW I am constantly saying that the blog is on the verge of running out of steam and devolving into being solely shoe criticism.

BUT

This time I might mean it.

I might be getting out of direct candidate contact and moving into being safely ensconced in the bubble wrap of managing a process as opposed to actually carrying out a process. You know: becoming one of those people mercifully ignorant of what it's actually like on the ground. One of those people for whom I currently feel nothing but contempt and resentment. I can't wait to be just like them!!!

I might still have to talk to candidates on occasion but the constant, daily state of being bludgeoned about the head and neck with the heavy blunt instrument that is the Public might be coming to an end. Smell ya later, Public!

I have a few anecdotes stored up so I might be posting those over the next few weeks, but I am really thinking this might be it.