Thursday, February 5, 2009
Besides getting a fucking job, perhaps the only good thing to come out of driving out to Santa Monica to meet with a headhunter is a trip to Bay Cities Deli.
After having spent the last five days or so in my finest house clothes with hair and face au naturel, I had to get all dolled up in my best Banana Republic-esque Biz-Caash wear. I certainly looked like I meant business. I think I sounded like it too, rattling off to these middlemen, these resume passer-arounders, that I can do this, that, the other, and even then some.
It wasn't a real interview, but it wasn't an ordeal that called for a meal for pussies, either. I needed substance, and a Godmother with the Works would do the trick. Layers of genoa salami, mortadella, coppacola, ham, proscuitto, and provolone cheese topped with an array of condiments which includes a delicious hot pepper salad all on Bay Cities' own freshly baked crispy-on-the-outside-chewy-on-the-inside roll proved that this was not a sandwich to be fucked with--an attitude that I surely want of myself during my job hunt.
It was a great sandwich--its parts working together for the good of the whole--but it obviously had nothing to do with my job hunt. Headhunter lady emailed me that afternoon saying that the lead she thought was a great fit for me didn't think I was all that great of a fit. Back to the drawing board.
Bay Cities Italian Deli
1517 Lincoln Blvd.
Santa Monica, CA 90401