Orange Rain

The other day a recruiter called to ask if she could send my resume to a company in Orange County.

“You can send it to Tijuana, too, while you’re at it.”

The Orange Curtain seems about as far from my reality as border patrol.

The next day she called to tell me that I would get a phone interview in five minutes. Five minutes later a woman called me and this is how it went:

“Hello. How are you?”

“I’m good. Thank you.”

“Can you start tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, I’ll send you a confirmation email. See you tomorrow at 10:00.”

The recruiter later called and told me that said company had approved my rate.

“Are you sure they don’t want to meet me in person first?”

“No, we trust that you’re fabulous.”

This is true. But these people have no proof. I could walk into the office barefoot with a pet ferret on my shoulder.

However, by the end of the day, I still hadn’t receive any instructions, and had become convinced that the whole thing was a scam. I worried that if I drove to said location I would find nothing more than an empty warehouse in the middle of a desert, with tumbleweeds blowing around, and two bouncer looking guys carrying rope and a cloth sack, ready to abduct me and into a life as a human subject for illegal medical experiments. The muscles generic sildenafil viagra so get lots of blood that make it perfect and relaxed. They work online levitra Check Prices by increasing your sexual desire and the symptoms of erectile dysfunction reduced drastically. super cialis There are some good spas are in Coimbatore. There is also a risk levitra tablet for damage to non-cancerous cells. So, I called the recruiter again.

“Are you sure this is a real job? I still haven’t gotten an email…”

“Oh, yes, it is. I swear. I’ll send you the address.”

Against my better judgement, I got up this morning and drove in the rain into the nether region behind orange curtain. Every time I go to the OC (which has been about twice in my life) I expect to run into the one person I know who lives there who I dated five years ago for three weeks. So, in addition to worrying about driving in the rain and my possible abduction, I had the added stress of how to react to guy weirdness.

However, I arrived at the building and was amazed to find a Real Office with hardwood floors, creative directors walking around, and a receptionist waiting to validate. Everybody seemed grateful to see me, as if I were Santa Claus, and some were actually smiling. At lunch time, I walked outside to get something to eat. No ex in sight. However, there is a Forever XX1 at the corner…a danger I hadn’t foreseen.

Just for today, I’m working in the OC.