My brain feels like cookie dough ice cream, or at least the part that has dribbled out on the desk beside me does. Fortunately, one of the lumpy bits seems to have temporarily clogged the hole to keep other important facts (like "In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue" and the lyrics to the Muppet Babies theme song) from leaking out.
I've been crawling my way through a series of job applications across North America (well, only two from out of the U.S., but it's kinda neat to be branching out globally, even if you don't go south of
There are a lot of cool things out there that I am completely unqualified for. Some places require "x years" of work experience, and while time spent at the certain was of a practical nature, I am hesitant to claim time spent in classes working at a real paper as applied experience. I have spent some long hours there, but with all my regular distractions (other classes, homework, rampant Halo addiction, etc.) I can't say I've been a steadily working journalist since 2003. I feel confident dividing the 5 semesters spent in half and counting that as applied work, though it will be some time before I can seriously apply for work at Kuwait Times or The Atlantic Monthly.
Even when going through the Disney job search site, it can be depressing to realize I lack what it takes to work at the "happiest place on Earth." There's a cool conservation education internship that would be neat, other than the fact I am not SCUBA certified. Also, and this seems a bit petty, it seems every job at Hong Kong Disneyland requires you to speak Cantonese. You can guess what the requirements are like at EuroDisney.
Anyway, my mind is swimming with possibilities. Could I cybercommute from a California beach, hike between shifts in the Rockies, join a polar bear club around the great lakes (though an Alaskan job prompted laments for the previously mentioned lack of work experience requirement), or stake a claim in the American Southwest or America's bread basket? Do I want a big city with a "small town feel" a little town "with a big heart"? Do I want to live in the midst of a metro area or aim for one of the outliner, slightly calmer suburbs, or even aim for a county hamlet?
Most of these places, my resume' is going to get discarded without a second look, but you never know how things may work out.
There are lots of possibilities, and lots of stuff brewing. I don't know if any of this will pan out, or whether something unexpected may clear the board. There are some weird offers out there, and I'd hope to snag one soon.
Here's to the mass producing of shredder fodder.
Cheers!
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
12:48 PM - Trying to make a workin' for a living
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