Got a phone call from a recruiter, asking me if I would be interested in a QA/Release/DevOps role. She followed up with an email:

Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. As mentioned, I do have a full-time permanent position available in Miami Beach as a Software Release Manager. The client is a billion-dollar privately held company quick on the rise, they own and operate a conglomerate of websites and really have their hands in everything. I do not have a formal description of what the position will entail, but I have provided below what they are looking for. I will continue to keep you in mind for future opportunities in Texas, do not hesitate to let me know if there is ever anything I can help you with.

Background: working in Linux, Java / PHP / SDLC

SCRUM or Agile

Need to be familiar with packaging and deployment specifically for web-based applications and/or mobile apps/sites.

Required:

– GIT

– SVN

– Experience with either Jenkins, Bamboo or Hudson

Nice to have:

– Python / JIRA / Confluence

– Knowledge of continuous integration/build environment

I had all of that. Miami? I told her that I was interested, so she called me.

We had a good time talking about servers, release cycles, continuous integration. I thought it was going really well.

And then she said, “One more thing: In the spirit of disclosure, I have to tell you that the client’s business is serving adult content.”

Great. She was recruiting me for a porn site. That’s just what I needed…

I said back, “While I don’t have an overt problem with porn, I don’t want to work in that industry. At the very least, I would not want my family to know, and that might be difficult, given that I would be moving from Austin to Miami. So, I am going to have to pass.”

She said, “I understand. They have been having trouble recruiting because of their business, which is why they hired me. Do you know anybody who might be interested?”

“No, I’m afraid I don’t.”

She sighed, “Well, thanks for talking to me, and I wish you luck.”

There is some 12-year old part of me that wanted to see what would have happened, but I am glad I did not pursue it further.