Nose to the grindstone time

It's not like I haven't been looking. I have -- the way we used to look; the best job at the highest wages possible. I guess it just took me a little longer than most to believe we are in a real depression. So now, instead of waiting for the jobs to come to me (like in the past), I'm going after them.

I posted my resume on the technical sites and just for shits and giggles, I opened an account on LINKED-IN. This one makes sense to me. I'm not a Twitter, Face Book type person. I prefer living instead of keep the world apprised of my every move. Trust me, unless you're a real wing-nut the world doesn't give a royal shit about either of us.

Okay, so I even posted a warm, smiley picture. Yup, I look like someone I'd hire. I went to past agencies I'd used and asked for referrals (I moved to a different state) to their counterparts. Funny, but some of them are closed! Holy shit, I must have been sleeping for the last two years.

Still plugging along, trying to find, not my perfect job, cut one I can do well and at least -- stand! Well, until I win the lottery. Then it's off to the Caribbean to teach Project Management, under a palm tree.

"Nobody knows the trouble I've seen.. "

Recession, my ass! This is a full blown depression, and not the kind that can be cured by one of a myriad of drugs; even mary-jane. So I'm now one of the great unwashed and unemployed; and I'm quickly running out of money.

So, get a job, you candy ass slug. (the voice in my head)

"Hey! I've been looking. I can't find anything interesting."

Ohhhh! And are you still interested in eating?

"As a matter of fact, I am. I'm very interested in eating. In fact, I'd almost kill for a sausage and onion pizza.

And... come on.... what's stopping you?

"Wait.. I can't. My funds are very low and I'll have to settle for some canned soup. I"ll just think of it as a Soup Pizza."

Booyah! If you had a job, we'd be eating pizza! Now, wasn't that easy?

"It's not that I've turned down any really great jobs, you know."

What about that bank? The one that wanted you to run the PMO?

"Yeah, but it paid $20,000 less than I've been making. You can't just step down, you know."

And... $20,000 is a huge freakin' raise from the unemployment you're getting now; right?

"I fucking hate you."

Only because you know I'm right.

"If I knew the depression was coming, I'd have taken the job! How could I have known?"

You couldn't, but now that it's real, you have to realign your expectations and FIND A JOB!

"Then buy a pizza... with sausage and onions."

And some black olives would be nice.

Whoever would have guessed

It's been a while, children. Actually its been over a year. A lot has happened. My dream job petered out with a change in management. It seems that not everyone sees our value (PM's that is).

I'm traveled a bit, worked on some paintings and did a little volunteer work, mentoring children in logical thinking [which in itself is funny].

So as this year winds to a dismal halt, I have to say to myself: "you really need a freakin' job!"
So out of money and self esteem, I begin my job search next Monday. Well, one should not move too quickly, it can cause whiplash, you know. Okay, so no more excuses. I'm on the hunt for a high paying senior position in project management that I can do successfully without getting pissed off or on daily. That sounds do-able, doesn't it?

Wish me luck, friends!