Things I ruminate while I should be doing BMA publicity

I had to write a job description for an opening I know exactly four things about... it's perm, it's in Seattle, it's for a UE leader with agency experience, and it pays $95K to $120K annually.
Not a lot to work with.
So I made a joke about relocation to Seattle and how we were going to lie to the Washingtonians about all those Socal candidates being from New Mexico. It worked. People are happy and they are responding.
I then had a tete-a-tete with Joseff from NYC who wanted me to stop bothering him with Seattle jobs. I said, well, see, the stupid system was written so that I can't do that for you... it's all or nothing baby. Sorta like we have one spine, which is a shitty construction for an upright being, but it's how we got built so that's that.
He laughed and said he'd find the delete key.
So, I am entertaining myself at least.
And that's worth a lot in some spaces.
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They say...
(BTW, who is this ubiquitous "They" and how come they have so much to say?)
Someone once said that you hate in others that which you find deficient or loathsome in yourself... I have been in easily irritated mode at work lately... because work is stressful and things have changed and I am - well - irritated.
That said, here are the things I apparently do and exude that are loathsome and worth hating.
> Espousing the highest standards of recuitment best practices and then not following my own guidelines.
> Failing to have a sense of humor
> Sticking my nose (or in this case, resume) into places it doesn't belong. Or, more seriously, thinking I can do something or I know something that I really don't or can't.
> I must disturb people when they want to be left alone.
> I must not give people who need me enough attention and positive feedback. I must be stingy with physical affection. And spend way too much time trying to read people's minds.
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The curse of the $10 purse.
I am cursed by a need to possess a descent handbag. I justify this by saying that it will last me longer. And, of course, that I only own one purse at a time.
These things are both true.
However, I also can't get over the feel and look of pleather. And the tackiness I have always associatated with carrying something that is a reflection on your taste, but which looks like you couldn't afford the real thing.
Oh, add > I must think I'm unsophisticated and tacky.
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