People here seem to like the Spurs
I’m in San Antonio, Texas for a big industry conference over the next 44 hours, looking for a job, trying to sell out. I don’t know if I’ll be successful in this mission; it’s unclear whether or not I have any marketable skills. What is clear is that I don’t have any ties; I apparently forgot to pack any. This lack of ties may be just as well, since every time I put on a collared shirt, much less a tie, my inner voice screams “Tool!” at my reflection.
I blame Kids in the Hall for this reaction.