Caterwauling

In either case, I extended an offer for one of my candidates to become my protege and he said yes.

Well, he said yes after asking for more money.

What is it with kids today, who have no relevant experience whatsoever, asking for more than what they put on paper was their asking price?

I think it’s a male thing. Had I gone with the female candidate, I bet she would have been just like me and not willing to push the proverbial cash-filled envelope.

I really liked the female candidate. Trouble was, she *is* me at 26. Like, the Same. Damn. Person. A little loud, a little funky, a little (perhaps too) bold.

God I hope she never changes.

I’m happy with the way things have turned out. Now maybe I can do some damn work instead of interviewing people and grading writing and editing tests.

Oh, who am I kidding. I’m in for a solid year of downloading my brain into my bouncing baby boy’s noggin.

And I am totally OK with that.

Yeah. It’s like that right this second.

“I have a friend I confide in
He always says doll you got to learn not to lead with your chin
But you can’t help it
It all comes up again
And then you have your fill
And your spill reaches down as far as a flood.”

— Cyndi Lauper, “Eventually”