I got an email from an agent:
I have a great novel about [theme I am famously obsessed with] that was just rejected by [big respected publisher]. The editor at [big respected publisher] said that [my former employer] would be a good home for it. Could you please pass along a couple names of people I could submit to there?
Blarg this made me angry, briefly. Why didn’t the agent just pitch the book to me? Me, here, at my current employer? But I calmed down when I realized the editor at [big respected publisher] had probably been thinking of me, anyway, when s/he recommended [my former employer].
I’m over it, but my skin still itches a little. The important thing is, though, now (at least I hope) I will get the submission. Whatever faux pas got it to me.