Brief. Wear a black suit and tie, you will be hired. I walked into the ramshackle offices inside the Cowboys' stadium, aka Jerry World. Papers stacked everywhere, general disarray. I was asked questions by a young man whom I assume hadn't slept, showered, or shaved in two days as he slumped behind a desk of papers. A walkie talkie blared as he looked at my hard copy resume that I had to take with me -- in addition to the electronic copy I sent to two different females who requested it in Craigslist ads. One of the women was at an adjacent desk. She told him to ask about the suit. He did. I said it was mine. He wrote that down on my resume and they asked if I was free for training in a week. I said I was. Then he told me it was about fifty mile north at the Speedway. (I thought for an $8/hr job, this was a little bit much to ask. Little did I know that this was an upward trend while the compensation remained stable.)
