Two weeks ago I asked my Being & Nothingness Cam Team to write up little biographies of one another that I would post—3 bios total. To prevent thesis-length, self-promotional, dreary, introspective bios, each Team member was to write the bio of another. After a bizarre and mathematically impossible problem with members drawing names out of a hat (Phaye drew her own name 6 times in a row), Dirk and I joined in the bio sweepstakes. Dirk wrote and submitted his bio of me before it was “due,” and that’s the only one posted. Granted, Dirk is a trouble-shooting computer guy, so he banged out a list, Frisbeed a hard copy across my desk and took off for a walk. No one else has given me anything.
Should I complain? I wouldn’t have answered my Help Wanted ad. I would have thought that its writer was a pervert, confused, or joking. Or all three. I made the ad vague to match the general Being & Nothingness Cam Project’s overall feel of “let’s see what happens.” To their credit each person I hired came to their interview alone, whereas I would have brought a strong chaperone to increase the odds of escaping the interview undrugged.
I placed an ad in newspapers only, because I decided that knowing what a newspaper was should be a job prerequisite. The ad read:
HELP WANTED: B.A.s with knowledge of Sartre, Nietzsche, Kant and related. Good eyesight a must. Mod PC skills. Certain training nec. Hours beyond confines of time/space. Pay unknown. CALL ANYTIME: phone-blah.
Now, really. You answer that ad, get the job, sit around looking at a computer screen and talking and arguing most of the day. How serious are you supposed to take the boss?
What do I do? Nothing? Ignore it? Push them? Punish them?
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