The Wine Spectator is hiring. One of the most important publications in the Winestream Media needs "a highly motivated wine lover for an entry-level position in its New York tasting department."
I can't say I'm not tempted. I would be rid of the responsibility of running the blog, the constant deadlines and worries. I would no longer have to care about wine that people actually drank, but instead would know what wine they should drink -- whether they liked it or not. And I would no longer have to bother about educating consumers about local wine, because I would know that it was inferior -- without even having to taste it.
I would be able to luxuriate in the knowledge that whatever wine I drank was absolutely, positively correct, because I worked for the Spectator. And the respect I would get, wherever I went. Ah, the respect. I would no longer be the Wine Curmudgeon, shunted off to a corner because I wrote about -- shudders and gasps -- cheap wine, but someone with an entry-level position at the Spectator. Can't you already feel the goose bumps?
Sadly, however, I have always been a lousy businessman. I have regularly passed up opportunities to advance my carrer in favor of doing things I that I wanted to do, that I felt passionate about. So I guess I'll pass this one up, too, and remain at my lonely keyboard to fight the good fight. Bring on the next windmill!