So, Miss Peacock is looking for new work. She’s wants a job that “challenges” her. (At least, that’s what I say in interviews.) I put my resume up on the classiest of all job-hunting sites, Monster.com, and got a call from a local company who loved my resume and wanted to speak to me. They asked me if I was interested in doing the same thing I currently am, to which I replied YES, thankful that someone was going to take a chance on me.
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June 3, 2011 in Jobsmoker
In the summer of 1991, I was an intern at Spy Magazine. For those of you too young to remember a life without the Internet, a magazine is like a website on paper. And Spy Magazine was sort of the Gawker of magazines, only it was the first of its kind which makes it the ancestor of media and celebrity satire. Spy’s tag line was “Smart, Fun, Funny, Fearless,” and for a short while it was, and I got to be a part of it.
My internship began after my junior year of college. I worked in the art department for three days each week and was paid a stipend of fifteen dollars per day, which almost covered lunch and that night’s beer money. In order to pay my rent, I also worked several other jobs. I sold posters and souvenirs at a shop on Bleeker Street called French Kisses; I freelanced for a typeface designer who may have been going through menopause; and I danced in a cage suspended above the dance floor of a once-popular nightclub. Read the rest of this entry →
January 6, 2011 in Jobsmoker
Several months ago, I wrote a post about how I intended to fill my time since I was about to be unemployed. I got a job that was supposed to be permanent back in July, but it turned out that my employers were complete idiots, and also maybe sort of sadistic, so I got laid off in October. Now that I’ve finally found a job, I decided to take a look back and see how many of the tasks in my original post I actually accomplished, and to evaluate the ways in which my time was actually spent.
May 6, 2010 in Jobsmoker
I’m graduating with a master’s degree in social work later this month! Good for me! Unfortunately for me, and lots of other poor fuckers, there exactly 38 jobs (I counted) for about 9,430,459,384,543 people. My math might be kind of off, but you know, whatever. I have a job right now, but it’s an internship, so it will end once I’m out of school. It was unpaid anyhow, but at least it was a way to fill my time. I’ve applied for 15 jobs, and NOTHING. I’m… well, I’m pretty smart! Someone hire me!
Not that I complain.
You know I have that hobby of sniffing gasoline. I keep a plastic baggie of gasoline wadded up in the “nose” of the rat costume, so that’s all I ever smell. That keeps me sharp for work. Sharp and angry.