Dear Readers:
Once in a while, your favorite blogger and righter-of-wrongs needs a break from the usual routine and an excursion into another writing genre.
Today is one of those days.
Today, my friends, I give to you the latest version of “Robin Fucks with Scam Artists.”
Dear Readers:
I am coming to you now (well, last night) from the bar at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel – a property that brings new meaning to the terms, “overrated,” “pompous,” and of course, “envy-inducing.”
Dear Robin:
I lost my job seven months ago and I’m having trouble finding another one. In the meantime, my wife is getting frustrated that I’m not applying for some jobs because I know I am overqualified.
Should I go after those jobs or keep looking for the “right” one? For context: my last position was head of security for a major corporation and my wife is encouraging me to apply for jobs in loss prevention.
Dear Readers:
Welcome to Friday Feedback, our weekly abortion of the unplanned fetus of opinions that form the lining of this blog.
Yeah, I know that was lame. I’m running out of bodily references so feel free to send me any suggestions.