While the jobs market is not good for everyone right now, it seems that in my line of work, you’re never short of calls from recruiters. A couple of months ago when I had just finalised a move to a permanent position, I was completely jack of talking to recruiters. They would call me at all hours of the working day and I wanted a way to easily ignore them.
In a brainwave I found a simple, fairly elegant solution. I created a contact in my phone named Recruiter. I was thinking of much less savoury things to call them, but I didn’t really want those words splashed across my iPhone screen. Then, every time I’ve had a call from a recruiter since, I add their number to my Recruiter contact.
The result? Every time a recruiter calls and they haven’t blocked their number (I often don’t answer blocked numbers anyway) I can quickly see that from the word Recruiter on the iPhone display and reject the call. Boom.
The next trick is to stop them from leaving voicemails…
After a cultured evening seeing Fleet Foxes perform at the Sydney Opera House, Katie and Jimmy decided to let their hair down by killing some Nazi zombies together.
Beethoven’s Piano Concerto No. 5 In E-Flat Major, Op.73 ’ Emperor’
Close your eyes and dream.
The clip from Midnight City from M83’s Hurry Up We’re Dreaming.
It seems that I just like music with freaky film clips.
Hmmmm. I think that combined with my new bad this will be quite nice for my laptop. (via Laptop Case Sleeve w/ Zipper 15 inch fits by fernfiddlehead)
The latest M83 album is one of a couple which is rocking my socks right now.
Check the review at pitchfork and go and grab it for your enjoyment.
I saw the midnight in Paris trailer and my interest was piqued, so I did a little searching and found this gem.
What the hell happened to Owen’s silly snout? Aside from use as a venue for the 2006 winter Olympics downhill-mogul event it clearly serves no purpose, other than to irritate me. Perhaps it irritates you as well, but I don’t care because I’m egotistical and self-centered.