Lethargy as usual
For whatever reason, and in spite of the fact that the days of January are already starting to streak by, I don't have much to say about getting a job today. I'd much rather be talking about which movies/actors I think will get Oscar nominations.
It's that old familiar ennui creeping back again. It's like pulling on a favorite wool sweater once the cool fall weather sets in.
I've lined up two interviews since I've been up this morning (all of 15 minutes). One is with the Manchester Newspaper Group in upstate New York (near the Vermont border). The other is with a tutoring company with operations throughout the entire Northeast. It's been a veritable deluge of job activity, relatively speaking.
On deck, I have a couple of applications in to literary agencies for editorial assistant-type jobs. I'd say that those would be my most-preferred options at this point. I was almost going to decline the interview in upstate New York because...well, I can't really say. It's that same old story about how I don't really want to be writing about city council meetings and cats being rescued from trees for the next however long. That's not the track that'll get me to where I want to be, I think. Publishing, to me, has come to seem like a better springboard into writing/editing. But getting in on the ground floor is more of a challenge. Still, I've got high hopes for the two places I applied to. Fingers crossed.
After many words of encouragement, I've decided to submit an application to the Newsweek job. That'll be today's major task (after lunch). I really could stand to be spared another puncture wound to my pride and my soul, but other than that there's really nothing to lose. I definitely won't get the job if I don't apply, and even if my chances of getting it are microscopic, at least I can say I didn't wimp out. And when I make it really big I can publicly scoff at Newsweek for not even bothering to interview me back in the day.
I guess I did have a lot to say today, though it's not as taut as I might have liked. Here's one last anecdote: my friend Dave, who works in his dad's collectibles shop in town, said that the mother and father of an old friend of ours came in to buy a few things the other day. They told Dave that their son, our old friend, has a job working as an IT guy for some company in the area, and that he's the proud owner of a brand new BMW. They asked after several people that they hadn't seen in a while, and Dave provided updates where he could. When they got around to asking about me, the father said, "So, is Mike still waiting around for the perfect job to come along?"
In answer to your question, sir, I'd say yes, I am.
It's that old familiar ennui creeping back again. It's like pulling on a favorite wool sweater once the cool fall weather sets in.
I've lined up two interviews since I've been up this morning (all of 15 minutes). One is with the Manchester Newspaper Group in upstate New York (near the Vermont border). The other is with a tutoring company with operations throughout the entire Northeast. It's been a veritable deluge of job activity, relatively speaking.
On deck, I have a couple of applications in to literary agencies for editorial assistant-type jobs. I'd say that those would be my most-preferred options at this point. I was almost going to decline the interview in upstate New York because...well, I can't really say. It's that same old story about how I don't really want to be writing about city council meetings and cats being rescued from trees for the next however long. That's not the track that'll get me to where I want to be, I think. Publishing, to me, has come to seem like a better springboard into writing/editing. But getting in on the ground floor is more of a challenge. Still, I've got high hopes for the two places I applied to. Fingers crossed.
After many words of encouragement, I've decided to submit an application to the Newsweek job. That'll be today's major task (after lunch). I really could stand to be spared another puncture wound to my pride and my soul, but other than that there's really nothing to lose. I definitely won't get the job if I don't apply, and even if my chances of getting it are microscopic, at least I can say I didn't wimp out. And when I make it really big I can publicly scoff at Newsweek for not even bothering to interview me back in the day.
I guess I did have a lot to say today, though it's not as taut as I might have liked. Here's one last anecdote: my friend Dave, who works in his dad's collectibles shop in town, said that the mother and father of an old friend of ours came in to buy a few things the other day. They told Dave that their son, our old friend, has a job working as an IT guy for some company in the area, and that he's the proud owner of a brand new BMW. They asked after several people that they hadn't seen in a while, and Dave provided updates where he could. When they got around to asking about me, the father said, "So, is Mike still waiting around for the perfect job to come along?"
In answer to your question, sir, I'd say yes, I am.
posted by temporarily unemployed at 10:28
1 Comments:
Michael, your fruitless job search seems to me like evidence that some higher power wants you to move out Seattle.
If it makes you feel any better, my brother has an Ivy League education too, and the only job he could find was working at a book printer checking photo albums for defects: you're not alone! I'm sure you'll find something awesome soon :)
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