On being professional

So the choir is looking for a new conductor. And some of the folks who've applied have been a bit...less than professional. Like the guy who wrote in saying he originally thought the job was dumb, but now that he was a finalist for some other musical gig in the area, it might be worth his time to apply. He was hoping that we'd accept his resume a good two weeks after the deadline. I didn't feel so bad telling him no. As a consolation, since he thought the job was dumb to begin with, he probably isn't missing much.

And today, in response to the denial he received, a "professional" conductor from the west coast somewhere had an epic whiny e-melt-down since he wasn't considered a finalist. I suppose he thinks that will make the search committee change their mind. Really? Don't worry, buddy, your e-whine has been added to your file in case you apply in the future!

I can tell from his application that he isn't actually a three-year-old, so one should be able to assume that he is old enough to have been told "no, thank you" a few times in his life. And yes, it's actually a big conspiracy against him and this whole hiring process was just a front so we could hire an insider. Our secret is out!  Because, in reality, if we really wanted to hire an insider, WE WOULD! The choir wouldn't have me coordinating all these national postings and replies and scheduling all this stuff just for a bit of fun.

Yeah, I haven't replied to his e-whine. I figure he's going to re-read it later today and feel like an ass. Or maybe not. I don't know. I've been known to mutter things about singers sometimes being overly dramatic and it seems that a couple of these wanna-be choir conductors aren't much better. Luckily, the rest of the folks have been professional about the whole thing...much like you would expect from people applying for a professional musical position.

And yes, it is disappointing when things don't work out, but being a professional means you whine to your friends and family and not to the place you were hoping to work. Because when you e-bitch to the organization, the only thing that happens is that you get made fun of by the cellist behind the scenes.

Moral of today's adventure: I rolled my eyes so hard, I pulled a muscle.

An Erinku (in snarkiness):
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