No one ever called back. No one ever emailed.
Every day I craft cover letters and revise my resume, and always the response was the same. Silence.
But then.
On Friday I picked up the phone and got a job offer from the U.S. Census Bureau.
"Would you like to be an enumerator?"
No, but I will anyway.
Training starts at the end of the month. Would you care to place a bet on how boring that will be? The smart money is on deathly. But it is a paycheck for a few months.
And then.
On Tuesday I heard from the fine people at Groupon. You should check out that site. The concept is very clever and the writing can be amusing. They were looking for someone to do write-ups for the deal of the day. It's not much money, but it shouldn't be that difficult, either. So I'm doing a write-up for an optometrist, and maybe it will lead to more.
And then.
This afternoon I had a long-ish phone conversation with a woman who works in the marketing department of a travel company. They put together alumni tours that are then marketed through the universities. She's looking for someone who can research and write brochures.
Now, as you know, times are tough and she has to stay on budget for each brochure. Therefore she is only able to offer $XX/hour for the writing.
$XX?! There are Xs there instead of numbers because the figure, in freelance writing terms, is borderline pornographic.
I repeated the figure back to her to make sure I hadn't misheard. She confirmed, and a little trickle of pee ran down my leg.
Somewhere in all this I found out one of the farmers markets is looking for a marketing and communications coordinator. I don't say this often, but I would be perfect for that job. I submitted my application.
Later that day I spoke with Peter. He said the market had already received 400 resumes.