Thanks again to UX Mag, for posting the second part of the article on hiring for UX. I hope it can help serve both applicant and interviewer alike. And no, I wasn’t joking about the scented resumes. Nothing says techno-professionalism like eau de chocolate. Read Part Two of the article here.
A quiet moment of serendipity this morning, while reading my email during the slog of the morning commute. Lo, both Beyonce and Behance were back to back in the inbox. Ms. Knowles, you not only ‘don’t often email me’… you never email me. Nor text, nor call, nor write. A lonely wretch like me who spends his time on portfolio sites like Behance, instead of with the jigga man spreadin the cheese. For reals.
Great discovery to help offset an initially negative reaction. After receiving my 10,000th email from the campaign in Obama’s first term – I was dun. D-U-N, dun. Nothing against you or your policies (although drone-based warfare does have real consequences), it was just that you were emailing me four times a day. Every peep that an idiot GOP’er uttered, I got an email. If a fundraising deadline was less than 100 days away – I got an email. You’ve got my vote, just don’t take my inbox. You’ll pry my gmail, when you take it from my cold, dead hands.
It was to much delight when I was re-inspired by a aspirational video auto-playing, as well as an option to deescalate the situation by just selecting ‘fewer’ emails. Self-recognition is an emotion not often found in the world of direct marketing. So, yes, Barack – we’re still friends. Maybe you won’t call as often as before, but you can still feel free to drop me a line.