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Monday, June 23, 2008

Would you like cream with that?

The tech writing job market is in the toilet. Seriously. So in order to remain solvent, I’m going to have to expand my job search to EVERYTHING. In fact, sometime today I’m going to head for a temp agency and see if I can’t find a gig to hold me over until fall, or when things get better.

There is one job that a recruiter submitted my resume to on Friday – hours are, get this, 5pm to 1:30 am. Not sure why, but since I’m a night owl, I said, “sure”. I’m going to drop the recruiter a line to see if it’s still in the “to be considered” arena.

The ups and downs of this valley can be disconcerting to say the least…ah well, so it goes…


Charles Gramlich said...

Sorry to hear things are in a slow down. Good luck in finding something to tide you over.

Anonymous said...

Ugh! Best of luck. Hey, this massive bureaucracy is always hiring...have you checked our openings? :-)

synergy boy said...

Blechy-blechy blech! Sorry, man. I don't know of anything here at my place of employ; if I hear of anything, I'll let you know.

Access Staffing was good for me, along with Wollborg Michelson, in terms of general office temping, if that's the sort of temping you're adding to your search out of necessity.

Clifford said...

Thanks guys for the kind thoughts and suggestions...and Callie and Synergy, thanks for the leads -- I will check them out!

Got a couple of slim possiblities brewing right now...but I'm not hopeful, so the game is afoot!

Anonymous said...

p.s. I don't know anything about how to use twitter, but re your question to Elkit, above: I'll bet anything the answer is yes. She is the Queen of Bacon. :-)

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