The Jeeorb Hunt
This week has shown me advancements in my job hunt, as illustrated by this hilarious piece of clip art I found on Google. Three exclamation points. That means business.
I had a job interview this morning for a copyediting position at a Business to Business publication. It's for a huge international company, and they called me in because they need some help on their American publications.
For those who are not in the writing rat race, B2B is a big switch from newspapers, as it is usually very focused reporting. The publications' audiences are specific to businesspeople in one sort of market. But there are a hell of a lot more openings for that kind of writing than reporting positions, so it could be good experience if it was offered to me. Today's interview was for a copyediting postion, which really is not my strongest suit. Although I sure made them think I thought it was. It was my first interview over here, so I gave it my best shot even for the practice of selling my skills. I'm not great at that so I could use all the practice I could get.
There's a media job fair Thursday all day, so I'm going to go and try to schmooze there. I've landed pretty much all of my internships and reporting jobs through fairs such as these. Although this one supposedly draws 3,000 to 4,000 people each year. Hopefully I'll get some good contacts at The Guardian, the coolest newspaper on the planet, so I can bug the hell out of them until they relent and give me a reporting job.
I said I didn't want to go back to reporting, but I'm thinking it could be a different story if I landed a job here. Marty and I would have dual incomes plus no car or rent payment, thus I wouldn't have the financial black cloud that seemed to pervade every part of my experience last time making me wonder why I fought horrible traffic every morning so I could NOT be able to pay my bills. This time, my income would be saved instead of spent on filling that dag blasted gas tank.
Adding to that, London has way, way more magazines that could give me some good experience than Chicago. I have more opportunity to work on interesting copy...
I guess we'll see where I land.
Marty worked both weekend days this week, but has vowed to himself not to do it again. So hopefully we have more fun to report next week.
8 comments:
It's not even eight oclock yet. I didn't know this channel went PG-13 so early.
dad, what the heck are you talking about?
no way! ihate computers. you guys, i just wrote you this long email and then clicked on megans picture to look at it and came back to this page and it timed out and erased my whole message that was really cool.
man! so anyway, the jist of it was that i've run off with a handsome carnival man. i am pregnant too.
talk to you soon.
love,
janice.
ps-did you hear i have a car now. its crazy *not as crazy as new carnie hubby and belly.
good luck on your job hunt megan.
Is that a reference to Homestar Runner I spotted in your title? I do believe it is. And Janice is crazy. If I were to sum up her personality in one comment post, it would have to be the one she just posted.
Good job getting that reference, Martha.
And yes, Janice is crazy, but I'm always glad to hear from her. :)
The Guardian? Oh, geez...didn't they make some alarmist report on high powered model rocketry a while back? I'd hardly call that cool.
Megan,
I was talking the heck about some naughty talk in a posting I saw. It's gone now.
The author must have had second thoughts and removed it(thanks)before you saw it.
First off, I love Janice.
Second off, well done to Megan on having your first real episode of culture shock/homesickness. I was having a bad day in my first month in BCN, wanted to kill my Chilean roommate and was feeling well out of place in the land of people who always speak their minds. Truly hating all things Euro, I strolled through the city pondering my outcast status. I suddenly saw a very European looking man in a robe smoking a cigarette on his balcony, and knowing that he was a representation of all of my problems, I felt utter revulsion and fear. See, it happens to the best of us!
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