My brother thinks he's found a spot for me. It's a remote programming job, although the specific office would be in Troy, Michigan. That's a Detroit-area town I think we might have passed through on the way to Sparks Pinball Museum. At least we've been near on the way to other things. It'd be a job very like the one I'd had so, my brother points out, I should be convincing in my claims that I could do something like that. It'd be working for a company that supports government operations, which is a comfortable enough spot. My brother did e-mail that it was working for public safety and I would like to know whether this is actual public safety or if it's the cops.
So this morning I sent an e-mail thanking him for the lead, and then we set off to pick up ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger's brother from the airport, and we spent the day with him and with their parents. Possibly more on that later. But we got home to 248 messages on the answering machine, one from my brother and the rest from my father. I was correct in guessing my brother wanted to talk more about this possibility, but called my father first because I wasn't sure if this was just him wanting to be sure I heard about this, or if something big had gone wrong. And no, he just wanted to be sure I knew about the thing my brother had found. And then did whatever that thing is where you rope someone else into your phone conversation.
So the thing my brother pointed out and that I hadn't appreciated is that the end of the quarter is ten days off, and anyone whose job involves recruiting people is under incentives to get positions filled. And he --- and a friend of his with the company --- are happy to vouch for me to the recruiters, and also to prep me for interviews so that I don't sound clueless regarding the things they're interested in. This could therefore be a very interesting week, if I spend it responding to e-mails and maybe phone calls, when one of my favorite activities is putting off responding to things. Mm.
Here's some more of the neighborhood, again taken that day last week when we had a slice of early September in our December.
House that's neatly put the suggestion of a Christmas tree in the lighting within its window, behind the blinds.
A whole mass of Santa Clauses passed out in their eggs and chips.
And another house making bunnyhugger envy how they have a porch and all that.
Trivia: The first mimeograph machines used an electric pen. The electric pen, patented in 1876, was itself a byproduct of Thomas Edison's work on automatic telegraphs. Source: Wondrous Contrivances: Technology at the Threshold, Merrit Ierley.
Currently Reading: With Amusement For All: A History of American Popular Culture Since 1830, LeRoy Ashby.
