Yeah. I applied. For a job-job. You can blame furrydoc if I get it because she nudged me into this. It’s a job I’d actually love to have. I know the people. I’ve seen the work they do. It’s meaningful and varied and interesting. <\/p>\n
Though it’s part-time, it has benefits up the whazoo. Benefits. When’s the last time I had benefits? Oh, such a long, long time ago. <\/p>\n
While I was talking to the boss about what they’re looking for, another potential applicant came in. A woman I know. A woman they know, too.<\/p>\n
“I’m desperate for this job,” she said. “Desperate.”<\/p>\n
She lives in a lovely house on a hillside that was recently and extensively “done” by a short-term husband. I’m not sure what’s driven her to desperation, but I’ll bet her house doesn’t have broken foundation beams and a joke of a bathroom like mine does. Even if my house were falling into a sink-hole, though, and even if I were in dire financial straits for any reason, I don’t think I’d choose “I’m desperate” as a job-seeking strategy. <\/p>\n
But who knows? Whatever works. This would be a terrific job to have. So I’ll choose “I’d be excited to work with you wonderful people, doing this wonderful thing you do. And I’ll be as big a help to you as I can be.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yeah. I applied. For a job-job. You can blame furrydoc if I get it because she nudged me into this. It’s a job I’d actually love to have. I know the people. I’ve seen the work they do. It’s meaningful and varied and interesting. Though it’s part-time, it has benefits up the whazoo. Benefits. When’s the last time I had benefits? Oh, such a long, long time ago. While I was talking to the boss about what they’re looking for, another potential applicant came in. A woman I know. A woman they know, too. “I’m desperate for this job,” she…<\/p>\n