A Letter

This is a letter I sent to Indeed, a “job search” site. I really wanted to use stronger language, but figured the letter would be dismissed outright, not that I expect anyone to read it and/or act upon it.



To Whom It May Concern:


The late, great Pulitzer Prize winning author Saul Bellow once wrote that we have a word for everything except for what we really think and feel. Words are inadequate to describe my contempt and loathing towards you and your cohorts in the “employment business” for propagating the plagues of hyper-credentialism, political correctness and age discrimination in the employment world.

It is utterly inconceivable that someone with my skills and experience has been unable to find a fulfilling work situation in the 10-plus years since I left baseball. How many people can claim references from someone like Michael Lewis? How many people can truthfully claim that The Wall Street Journal called one of their books without a doubt the best book of its kind ever written?

Yes, I would rather write prose than code. Perish the thought that the day has arrived when the former is considered of no value. My combination of analytical and communication skills is very rare and the fact that I have not been able to move on to the next act of my career is in no small way due to how you and your cohorts have stripped away the humanity of the job search.

As my late mother, a Holocaust survivor, would have said to you, “Luzzim Brenna Vee Da Keen.” I am not naïve; I do not think this letter will do any good except to get these thoughts out of my head. I weep for the future.