Aug
Bankin’ On It
Posted in MediaNomics | No Comments »What, pray tell, does it mean when the banks run the media?
Per our old pal Keith Kelly: Read the rest of this entry »
What, pray tell, does it mean when the banks run the media?
Per our old pal Keith Kelly: Read the rest of this entry »
All in all, this has been a pretty good summer for skies, hasn’t it? I mean, yes, often they’ve been cloudy, or grey and swamplike, or pouring rain for so many days we start to stockpile wine corks for our ark, or weirdly red and tornadoey, or even shockingly Ghostbusters-esque … and every so often, rather pretty.
But they’ve never been … boring. And at the end of the day, can you ask for more than that?
For your viewing pleasure, here’s TGMTU #8, “The sky looking like a painting after a storm.”

TGMTU #8 © Derek Ivie
Here’s an Unemployment Mix submission from one D.H., who recently moved up to the big city from down South and has endured his own bout with unemployment, most irritatingly being turned down for work due to “lack of NYC experience.” Which is not very constructive, potential employers!
At any rate, D.H. has since prevailed and joined the ranks of the employed, and now has taken some time out of his busy workaday schedule to put together a list of tunes for the rest of us.

Currently, I’m sitting in my apartment while two men work on my leaking toilet (lest you worry, it’s been leaking inside the tank, which is quite conscientious of it, but the noise has begun to drive me crazy).
Now I hear water flowing and the men laughing and am moderately concerned about the shape my bathroom will be in when they depart, yet…at least I don’t have to go to work.
Something like “waiting for the guy to come and fix my toilet,” would be a huge pain in the ass if I were employed at my previous job. I’d be impatient, cranky, and ready to go. I’d have promised to get there asap—it is, of course, a Monday. I’d already be late. Yet, one must repair one’s leaky toilet, no? If only for posterity?
Given my 33 years and my penchant for what Oprah might call “binge drinking,” it’s odd that I only recently—this year, in fact—discovered Alka-Seltzer.
It was in Arizona, just before my layoff, at a lovely place run by lovely people, the Intercontinental Montelucia, that this great moment occurred. I was on a press trip—my first and only, as when I returned to New York City and my office I would be fired, post-haste.
It’s come to YUD’s attention over the past weeks and months that, just like not everybody is employed, not everybody is unemployed. And maybe there are a few things we can learn from each other.
Enter YUD’s new Q&A series, focusing on the—gasp!—”employed.” I think you’ll find that these interestingly jobbed folks have some inspiring (or at least intriguing) things to say.
Meet our first victim—ahem—participant, Dorian Stone, who tends bar to make money for his independent films.

© Cristiano Benedetti

© James Oo
I stumbled upon this helpful information for job seekers just now from our friends at About.com.
Job Interview Answer: What Did You Like or Dislike About Your Previous Job?
Suddenly it’s 5 pm and I’m eating cold pasta out of an old (cleaned, I swear) plastic container that once housed sorbet. This is what happens when one doesn’t consume a drop of alcohol from Monday through Thursday, and then goes on a drinking spree with former coworkers to celebrate Thursday night. There’s something to be said for having a “base level” of booze in one’s system at all times, despite what my personal trainer might tell you.
At any rate, headache has largely subsided at this point, and pasta has been restorative, but I am certainly glad that today did not involve having to enter an office building. I am not sure I would have had the strength.
![[365.2.19] bench monday: the i haven't left the house edition](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2503/3742185530_320bb072c7.jpg)
photo credit: dead redhead
There’s a special type of person I’d forgotten about since I got laid off and all through my summer of working from home, when the only toilet was mine and mine alone—and heavens to betsy, I sat right down on the throne of that porcelain god, just like a red-blooded American.
It is only with re-introduction to a certain type of employment community, and bathroom, that I have refreshed myself regarding the existence of said person.

photo credit: digital_monkey
You know how yesterday I was all moans and groans about my freelance gig for the next two weeks? All, Woe to the weary freelancer! So tiring, being in an office all day long! So hard to fit in your blogging, your workouts, and your social time! How do the employed do it?
It does take some getting used to. I am working on a theory about this, but I think it’s because it’s unnatural. People were not meant to sit in tall, heavily air-conditioned buildings staring at computer screens and reading Gawker all day long, listening to loud, plummy-voiced fellows talking about how to get relationship dish from underaged, inexperienced actors at film screenings. People were meant to be active, and enjoy life, and make a difference—do something good for themselves, and each other.