Christmas in Las Vegas

 
Bellagio (hotel and casino)

My son makes the observation that there are no balconies in Las Vegas hotels. We’ve got a room on the 24th floor of Bellagio, overlooking the fountains, which allows me to visually scan other hotels up and down the strip, and by god I think the boy is right.

Am I the only person who didn’t know that?

Of course it makes perfect sense once someone points it out.

The Vegas mindset requires that a disproportionate amount of attention be directed to winners . . . lights flashing, bells ringing, people screaming with glee . . . meanwhile, 99 other people are silently losing their ass.

Clearly it’s going to put a damper on things to have the losers flinging themselves off the balconies of high-rise hotels.

If Stieg Larsson Wrote Don Quixote

 
Don Quixote and Sancho Panza by the Spanish artist Pablo Picasso

The last two novels I’ve read are Don Quixote and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.

Don Quixote has no plot. Event follows event but it all grows naturally out of character and conditions. The characters are immortal, independent of time and place.

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo is nothing but plot. It’s a good plot but none of the characters are interesting outside the confines of the story. They certainly have no sense of humor.

Cervantes takes 900 pages to allow his two principal characters to reveal themselves through their words and actions. Larsson just blurts everything out:

Erika was an organizer who could handle employees with warmth and trust but who at the same time wasn’t afraid of confrontation and could be very tough when necessary. She and Mikael often had differing views and could have healthy arguments, but they also had unwavering confidence in each other, and together they made an unbeatable team.

That’s the difference between a masterpiece and a potboiler. One difference, anyway.

It occurred to me that with his explanatory style, Larsson could have written Don Quixote in one short paragraph:

Don Quixote, in his dignity and generosity, his unselfish ideals, and his fearless devotion to them, was always heroic and beautiful. Sancho Panza was a fat little man who saw very clearly the advantages of staying alive with a whole skin. They often had differing views and could have healthy arguments, but they also had unwavering confidence in each other, and together they made an unbeatable team. THE END.

A Sherlock Holmes Christmas

 
Sherlock Holmes (r) and Dr. John B. Watson.

My kid comes home and sees three newly wrapped Christmas presents . . .

“That’s a book,” he says, pointing at one of the presents. Then moving on to the other two: “I don’t know what that is, and I don’t know what that is. I’m on to you guys.”

“What are you on to?” I ask. “The fact that you don’t know what’s going on? You only got one thing out of three. Nice work, Sherlock Holmes.”

“The clues don’t always come all at once,” he says. “I’m a third of the way there.”

My Family’s Guide to Failure

 

At a recent family gathering, someone whom I won’t name here recommended to my son, a high school senior, that he start looking for a community college to attend for a couple of years before transferring to a four-year school.

“That’s a good idea,” I said. “Do you have any more good ideas? Maybe he should punch himself in the face really hard.”

One of the things I love about my boy is that when he does something, he puts his heart into it. He takes on the risk of failure.

The safe approach — and historically the preferred method in my family — is to do things indifferently, fail, then announce that you weren’t really trying and that you could have succeeded if you’d wanted to.”

We have family members who — despite, to my knowledge, having never done or said an intelligent thing in their lives — never seem to lose their reputation as untapped geniuses who could have done great things if they’d ever set their mind to it.

“You apparently haven’t been paying attention the last 17 years,” I continued. “You’re not there every night when he’s up late working on honors classes and AP classes, trying to accomplish the goals that he’s set for himself, which as far as I know, don’t include community college. Why don’t you ask him if he wants to go to community college? Or is that not relevant to your recommendation?”

“Community college is a lot less expensive and he’ll take the same classes the first two years anyway.”

“They’re really not the same classes,” I said. “You have to teach a class to the level of the students.

“If you’re teaching a general ed class at a highly selective university where every kid came out of high school with a 4.3 GPA and 10 AP classes under their belt, then you can conduct the class at a very challenging level and expect that the kids will get it.

“If you’re teaching the ‘same’ class at a community college, where the only prerequisites for being there are opposable thumbs and a pulse, then you’re going to have to dumb it way, way down.

“Throw in the fact that the students will add no value to the teacher’s ideas, no one will ask an interesting question and no one will answer a question with an interesting answer and you’ll find that the ‘same’ classes are not the same classes at all.”

To summarize the Epps Family Guide to Failure:

  • Aim low.
  • Revel in mediocrity.
  • Hide your light under a bushel.
  • Hide it under a bushel of idiots at the local community college.

Tips on Working with Slimeball Recruiters

 

I got a call at the office this week . . .

“Hi, Mr. Epps. This is Eric O’Neal. How are you doing today?”

“I’m okay. Who are you?”

“I’m with a company here in Newport Beach. My team specializes in placing highly competent technical personnel and . . .”

“What company is that?”

“I’m with Jobspring Partners and I understand that you’re looking to hire a C# ASP.NET contractor.”

Let me interrupt for a second to mention that all of these slimeballs seem to have the same quirk of introducing themselves in three parts: 1) Name. 2) I work for a placement company. 3) The name of the company.

It must be part of the training. No one ever says “This is Eric O’Neal with Jobspring Partners” all in one piece.

Major red flag when a recruiter doesn’t want to tell you who he or she is working for.

We now pick up the story where the recruiter says “I understand you’re looking to hire someone.”

“How do you know that?”

“In talking with some of my candidates . . .”

“You ask candidates who they’ve interviewed with?”

“I try to keep up with their interviewing activity, yes.”

“So then you call me up and try to send out more candidates to compete with them for the same job.”

“No, that’s not what I’m doing.” Translation: It is what he’s doing. “My team keeps a lookout for job postings . . .”

“There is no job posting.”

I didn’t catch what he said in response to that because I hung up in the middle of it.

 

If you’re working with a recruiter and they ask you who you’ve already interviewed with, just end the conversation right there. No reputable recruiter will ever ask you that.

If you ask them why they need to know who you’ve interviewed with, they’ll tell you that they don’t want to submit you to a company that you’ve already talked to.

While it’s true that recruiters don’t want to submit you to companies you’ve already talked to, the honest way of avoiding that is to say “I have a position at XYZ Co. that I want to submit you for. Have you been presented there already?”

Or if you want to have some fun, ask them to tell you which companies they have open job orders for and you’ll tell them if you’ve already been there.

Just Say No to Meetings

 

No one likes meetings, but we can’t stop having them

Many of my co-workers say they spend too much time in meetings. I notice that they keep going to the meetings though.

If I really thought I was spending too much time in meetings and I kept going anyway, I would have to question my own integrity.

Eaten by Crocodiles: Another Reason I Prefer to Just Stay Home

 

JOHANNESBURG (AP) — An acclaimed outdoorsman who wrote movingly about testing himself against nature is presumed dead after a crocodile snatched him from his kayak while he led an American expedition from the source of the White Nile into the heart of Congo.