Comment on Liz Ryan: Weasling Out of a Job Reference

A lady called me on the phone and said "Help!"What's up? I asked. This guy who used to work for me, she said, he's using me as a reference. I don't want to be his reference. He's the nicest guy in the world, and the biggest slacker you can imagine. He's the guy who would sit with you in a meeting and agree to do three things, and one half-hour later would have forgotten every single thing you talked about it.