Today I got rejected from the job I figured I’d probably land. After a fourty minute interview the guy decided I probably wasn’t a good fit, which is fine – I probably wasn’t. This was a job as a tech writer, which I’ve never had before, and which I had reservations about, but my reservations weren’t enough to keep me from trying. Reservations will be trumped by cash if anyone would show me any.
There’s a job with Thomson-Reuters being shopped around. You can find it posted twenty times on every job-hunting site. I’d like to land this one, as it fits me pretty well, and pays pretty well, and is a contract of the right length. But it seems to be the only fucking job in the Twin Cities, since I’ve been called and emailed about it by six different people from six different agencies. Which means that everyone else who’s trying to get work has also been contacted. Which means I probably won’t get this one, either. Which leaves me back where I started.
Next week if there’s still no prospects I think I’ll try to get a job at a pizzeria, though I’m not optimistic about that, either. And I always hate trying to get down-employed, when they ask you for your employment history. Yes, I worked on a secret project in New Hampshire, and at an artificial intelligence lab, and now I want to make pizza for six dollars an hour. They look at you like there’s something wrong with you, though maybe with the economy they’ll understand better.
Fun fun fun.