We spent last week in Big Sur and IT WAS AWESOME. On Sunday, after avoiding it for as long as possible, I checked my voicemail and found the following: “This is so-and-so. My number is xyz-123-abcd. My other number is bla-deb-lahd. {pause, pause, pause, exasperated sigh} I have a position to get filled and you need to call me back ASAP.” I sat there for a second, played it back, listened again and then promptly mumbled, ‘good fucking luck with…