Archive for September, 2012

Another Man Down

Cindi called late yesterday afternoon with the sad news of a friend’s death. Mark had been seriously ill two years ago but had rebounded. I saw him about six months ago a charity benefit at the Hyatt Regency downtown. He had closed down his design business because he was tired of the endless travel. Mark and his partner, Terry, started a new business venture that did not require extensive travel. Mark seemed to be doing very well and was excited about the new business.

Mark died from Kaposi Sarcoma. I was shocked when Cindi told me this. I hadn’t known anyone who had died from this disease since the early nineties. How is this possible? I thought the HIV drugs had this disease under control. Obviously, I was wrong.

Mark’s service is this afternoon. Cindi is picking me up at 1:30. It’s a sad day.

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Lap Dances and Escorts

I worked out with Carlos last Wednesday. While rendering me almost unable to drive home he told me about his upcoming trip to Las Vegas with the guys (The guys are owners of the software company that employs his wife. The guys are successful and run a very profitable company.) to celebrate two birthdays. One guy is turning forty-two and another will be forty-five. Carlos is so excited about this trip. The guys like to hang out with Carlos because he’s usually the life of the party. The guys are flying private and have rented two suites at Caesars Palace, one of them being the suite used in the movie “The Hangover”. The weekend will be filled with gambling, dinners, bar hoping, strip clubs and lap dances. Private rooms have been reserved at the strip clubs for lap dances. Escorts have been hired to ride in the limo that has been rented for the weekend. Did I mention that all of these guys are married with children? Not surprisingly, the wives don’t know about the escorts.

I think this weekend is a recipe for disaster. I don’t get the need to have escorts for the weekend. Perhaps it’s because I’m a gay man. I can appreciate a handsome well built male stripper but I don’t want to hang around male escorts for a weekend. It’s a temptation that I can do without. I question why bar hoping, strip clubs and lap dances aren’t enough. After the last Vegas weekend one of the wives got pissed at her husband so she flew her girlfriends to New York for a shopping weekend and spent $100k. I think the next guys’ weekend has the potential to cost a lot more than $100k.

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Give A Gal A Break

Debbie left a humorous comment on my last post about the phone interview. She’s right on target. I don’t know why employers only want to hire a candidate that already has a job. I’m sure there are a lot of very qualified candidates in my field who are currently looking for a job. I guess it’s easier to take the recommendation of a peer concerning a qualified candidate than to actually recruit from a pool of unknown unemployed candidates. It really doesn’t seem fair but it seems to be the way the business world operates in America, and possibly, the rest of the world. Networking seems to be the key to finding a job but after an extended unemployed period the person becomes poison. It doesn’t make sense to me. I have a friend who has been unemployed for almost three years. He can’t even get hired for minimum wage jobs. He’s a bright guy with a lot of skills but he can’t even land an interview.

I know there are a lot people in the same situation. Debbie is one of them. Check out her blog. Clearly, a person who can write as well as Debbie has a lot to offer an employer. Why not help her network?

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An Unexpected Interview

I had a phone interview yesterday. I’m not actively looking for a new job but a former peer thought I would ideal for a position at her company. The interview went well and now the director wants to meet face to face.

I stayed in touch with my former peer when she was laid off about a year ago. Nobody else from my team reached out to her. She recommended me for the position because I stayed in contact. I’m not sure I want the job, or, if the offer will be better than my current gig. It doesn’t hurt to practice interviewing.

There’s a lesson to be learned here. Never burn your bridges. Treat people the way you want to be treated. You never know where your next opportunity will come from.

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Updates 9/5/2012

Mike has already started driving. I think it’s a bit early given that his hip replacement surgery was only nine days ago.

Tom and Sheila finally found a tenant for their office building. They’re spending this week in Seattle on a mini vacation to celebrate.

I left two messages for Lena inviting her to go to the upcoming Van Gogh show at the DAM. She has yet to call me back. My next message will tell her to go fuck herself. I don’t understand why she doesn’t call me back.

Don’t you think Shelly hit it out of the park last night at the DNC?

I haven’t talked to my mom in at least a month. I guess I should call her. It’s too bad she forgot how to dial the phone.

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The End Of Summer

Cindi and her next door neighbor, Barb, invited me up for an early afternoon Labor Day gathering. I arrived at Cindi’s house and said a silent prayer thanking God that the party was being held at Barb’s house. A clean house has never been a priority for Cindi. Her area rugs were covered in dog hair. It didn’t look like Cindi had vacuumed all summer. Clutter was everywhere.

After a bit socializing we went next door to Barb’s immaculate house. It was like going from the slums to a house pulled from the pages of Architectural Digest.

Barb severed appetizers on the back deck that overlooks a newly landscaped yard and garden. It was a beautiful afternoon. The spruce and aspen trees were lightly swaying in the gentle breeze. The cloud free sky was a beautiful shade of blue.

The canyon started cooling down quickly so an early dinner was served in the dining room. Barb served a wonderful baked swordfish dinner with a delicious fresh corn salad and baked stuffed tomatoes. Desert was fresh western slope peaches with vanilla ice cream and pound cake topped with a chocolate balsamic reduction.

The guests included Cindi’s boyfriend and her mother. Barb’s guests were her kitchen designer and her contractor husband, a geologist/fireman/rancher and his wife who is a sculptor. The dinner conversation was entertaining and lively. Topics included the summer wildfires, travels, ranch stories, raising bison and art. I was relieved that the election didn’t make its way into the conversation.

It was a wonderful time. I was the first guest to leave as I had to get up early today. I wanted to get out of the canyon before dark because the narrow road has many twists and turns. It was beginning to get dark when I got to the bottom of the canyon. The lights of Denver and the western suburbs were twinkling in the panorama before me. It was a beautiful end to holiday weekend.

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