Floridians need not apply
For dating or for hiring. Just saying.
So, the quest for the perfect (or mildly talented. Whatever.) candidate continues.
On the work front, I heard from a gal who wanted to know if the position was still open and could we talk. YES! I said. You’re in mah hood, I said. Starbucks Saturday by the ocean? On me?
*crickets*
The fuck, man.
I’m putting it out there since most of you are from real cities with real work ethics. COME WORK FOR ME.
And if you’re not in my field but you understand that worshiping the Goddess is your honor and pleasure and birthright, well, COME ON DOWN.