The Aerie
So I mentioned in my [1]last note how I was planning on applying to
the [2]Survivor show. I should have known it was a mistake.
I'm convinced at some point somebody hit me with the Confucious Curse:
"May you live in interesting times." Certainly, there's got to be
something about this, because I weird stuff keeps happening to me even
when I don't try. Actually, things usually happen when I don't try.
Could this be any exception?
So after work on Tuesday I drive over to Roseville and take a number
for the three-minute tryouts. Unlike the others, I decide that
there's no point in standing in line for an hour and a half when I
have a number, so I go and sit down at Caribou Coffee and work on my
computer.
One of the questions I was wondering about was callbacks: the second
round of Minneapolis interviews is scheduled for when I'm going to be
out of town. As I was thinking about this, I hear a woman behind me
say "I've got a couple of good prospects." I look over my shoulder.
She's talking on a cell phone, and she's wearing the same kind of
outfit as the Survivor staffers: khaki shorts and a T-shirt.
Figuring her for a senior staffer (imagining that her call was back to
New York) I asked what happens if someone were out of town for the
callback...
Well, maybe I'll [3]let her tell it...(if that's expired, try [4]here)
Yes, that's right, she was a journalist for the Pioneer Press... the
'bystander' that she mentions in her own story. And then the story
got picked up on the AP wire, and I end up on [5]Yahoo!
Of course, one of my coworkers has to be a Survivor fanatic, so what
does he do but spot my name first thing the next morning, and by lunch
it's all over the company.
So that's bad enough and I suffer the embarassment and humiliation,
and I get to my Thursday Night Game and my friend Keith starts
laughing at me about Survivor. "You saw it in the paper?" I ask
morosely. "I saw the back of your head on WCCO TV."
Great. I'd seen the TV cameraman, I'd deliberately kept my back to
him, and Keith had recognized the back of my head. Lovely.
I'm so thrilled to be living under a Confucian Curse in the
Information Age.
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Posted by Albatross at July 29, 2000 12:00 AM