Pick Your Candidate with the help of the Web

Just came across the site Pick Your Candidate. I found it in sort of a round about way. If you read this blog, you know how much I love my Google Reader. One of the feeds I’ve been subscribing to from the very beginning is David Byrne’s blog. Weird, I know, but also true. He posted a political note this morning — and also a post about a dream he had where he was chased by a rock n roll monster — and I felt I should do the same, minus the rock n roll monster.

Pick Your Candidate gives you a list of 25 issues that the Presidential candidates have weighed in on at some point. Topics from gun control to Iran and Iraq to same sex marriage. With the help of a drop down, you select your personal stance on the issues: support, oppose or unknown. Next, you select how important the issue is to you: minimal, important or key. Then Pick Your Candidate matches you up with politician who most close resembles your views, according to the site.

Apparently I didn’t learn enough about Kucinich. Strangely, I’m OK with that.

Goodbyes

The parting words:

“I hope you find something that makes you happy. Don’t drink too much whiskey and quit smoking.”

That’s someone who knows me.

Interview, exposed

True story.

I had two interviews for a new position at work today. It’s a lateral move to a new group, but, for me, it’s the right thing to do. I’ve been looking to get out of this position and into a new one for a couple months now.

The first interview was this morning with the editor who originally hired me to work for the company two years ago this month. We had a half hour scheduled, but talked for an hour. I felt confident leaving the conference room. “I’ve got one more internal candidate to interview today, but I’m sure you’ll hear back from me later.”

Feeling good.

Sure enough, around 2 o’clock I got an email from the editorial director of the group – that’s two steps up the food chain from my position, my potential new boss’s boss. She, the editorial director, wanted to meet with me around 3:15 to talk about the position — give me her spiel and ask me a few questions.

I talked to her for half an hour. It went well, I think. She made it sound like I was part of the team already. “We’ve just got to talk to HR about internal transfer processes and notice for your current gig. We’ll talk soon.”

Jubilation.

Fist pumping. Chest thumping.

Thoughts of nasty emails I’ll likely never send.

Good times. Good times.

I left and went home. I took off my coat and set down my computer. Walked to the bathroom and went to undue my fly.

It was already down. And had been for about three hours – including the whole time I’d been interviewing with the editorial director.

I didn’t notice her peeping at my dong, but I was sitting with one leg crossed, crotch flying. Willy waving in the breeze.

It’s good to stay humble.