KwicTailesTM – #5
We just didn’t connect, you know.
He kept staring at me. He asked me to get comfortable. He would act as if he was listening to me. He kept switching off the lights, and only left the small, dim one on. It was a little unsettling for me. And…and…he kept trying to get me to bed. You know. Where are all the good men, I ask? Men who listen to you? He didn’t. I was talking of my wife…and he only nods. I think I am going to change my psychiatrist.
Damn! I wish I was a comp-science graduate*
‘Cause Flickr’s hiring and I can’t join up. Damn! Double Damn!
Wait, wait. They say:
Requirements for all positions include:
- A passion for the web and the possibilities it affords for new forms of human interaction and community
- A strong tolerance for office tomfoolery (acting like a monkey, etc.)
- A desire to change the world
- Excellent written and verbal communication skills
- Ability to legally work in the US
- Accountability, honesty, responsibility, flexibility … and a sense of fun and playfulness
That’s me, to the T. Well, not if you count the “Legally work in the US” part. Still…Flickr Folks, how about me? I can do your India operations you know*? Plus I am flickr junkie. I am, really. Here, looksee
*Not really. I am pretty happy where I am now
KwicTailesTM – #4
When it began, it was just an innocent fling. She liked him. He was happy somebody noticed him. They chatted often, and late into the night. Time, and timezones not withstanding. They had secrets. He knew about her very close friend. She thought she knew all about him. Somewhere, things changed. Perhaps it was the photo of her he saw. Or the google search she found of him. They knew what they couldn’t say. But it was no more innocent. Or perhaps, they knew all along it was never innocent.






