…It’s Who you know – as made everso evident by Pierce CC’s rejection of me as a full-time Counseling Professor. I don’t think the bloody bastards even looked at my application, or, my letters of reference (which came from a few heavyweight academics who have known me for a few years). I’m thinking that Pierce already had someone picked out – which is fine with me – but at least let me have an interview after all the work I put into getting the goddamned application organized. It definitely isn’t easy getting four letters of recommendation pulled together during the final weeks of the college semester – in addition to writing a kiss-ass letter of interest that got flushed down the toilet.
As I noted in a preceding op-ed – I am at my professional best when I am at the right place at the right time – which has fortunately occurred on-a-few occasions: it’s when I want something badly – that I can’t even get a foot in-the-door. And as I’ve also noted before – I can’t tell you how many jobs I’ve lost to a nice set of tits with a pretty face.
A couple of cute teachers (who were my clients many-years-ago) — told me how they worked their respective principals to go from Step 1 to Step 10 in starting salary: they batted their Baby Blues at the male principal and said that they couldn’t possibly take the teaching job because it didn’t pay enough, and “Wa-la,” a “zero” was added to the one – giving those cute young teachers a few thousand extra dollars in their panties.
Hey! I could understand losing out to a-couple-of cute young counselors (with potentially big tits) for the Pierce gig – but I’d still like the chance to interview against them. Hell! I’ve had more than one principal pointedly tell me that they could hire two, new teachers for the salary they would have to pay me. Honesty I can deal with: making me jump through hoops to land in the shitter is another thing.
So the old saying that it’s not what you know – it’s who you know – seems alive and well – and, most certainly, operative. Everyone I’ve relayed these very recent developments to seems to concur with the afore-mentioned, “old saying.” Is it time for me to get that sex change? Nah. It’s time for me to do what I was born to do – to rattle some cages and shake the shit around. For a hot minute, I contemplated “rolling over” and allowing the Pierce system to swallow my soul. But that would only diminish me, and, I’m not ready to be diminished for posterity! In the immortal words of Ron Dehart (where art thou?) – “Don’t listen to what the critics say – play straight ahead and do it your way”; or, more recently, HIEROPHANT has suggested: “Don’t let ‘em get you down.”
So, I apologize in advance Pierce CC – but like Harry T. said: “I gotta give you hell!”
So get ready for a Blitzkrieg! Cuz what goes around, gotta come around – and You (Pierce CC) have done me very, very wrong – and people have to know!
On a very exciting note, Wife Giti has taken over my publishing duties – may she not be as overbearing as Melville’s wife – because I don’t have a Moby Dick in me.