Every so often the perfect job comes along. You’re never expecting it (especially not in this economy) and then, wham!, you do your daily perusal of the job posts and THERE IT IS. It’s kismet. It’s beautiful.
Today, YUD experienced this rare moment of synchronicity in the job search cosmos. And here, my friends, is the job, compliments of Mediabistro and 12-steppers everywhere:
photo credit: Express Monorail
Doesn’t this job opp sound fun? And by fun, I mean solid justification for a drinking problem and fodder for that debut novel that becomes a movie that stars Scarlett Johansson?
Please, somebody apply, because I’m dying to know what multiple roles this woman plays (not that I don’t think she’s incredibly nice and, yes, very busy) and why she needs a photo of her applicants. Ugliness test?
photo credit: insEyedout
Dear Companies,
I have a bone to pick. I know, I know, I’m lucky to even have bones in this economy, but I’m gonna pick it just the same.
Here’s one that YUD will probably never apply for, largely because she has a hard time seeing herself ever leaving the gloriously claustrophobic confines of Manhattan—even if only to Brooklyn—much less moving halfway across the country. (She is, in many ways, a creature of habit, and Colorado is a strange and foreign land.)
Still, if and when that day ever arises, I hope the people at Aspen Magazine are hiring. Here’s why: Read the rest of this entry »
There’s a new job in town. Well, maybe not “town” exactly … at the Denali National Park and Preserve in Alaska. And it’s not just any job, it’s a government job, and you know what that means. (Hey, hey, lunch hour and fancy toilet seats!)
The Gig: Kennels Manager. “In addition to running Denali’s 31-animal dog kennel,” this “includes mushing into one of America’s great swaths of wilderness.”
Dear—not dear, really, you’re pretty much a step above Hitler and two or three below telemarketers—Identity Thieves, and also aspiring Identify Thieves,
I hear you’ve got a new game: Targeting hapless job seekers.
photo credit: Graela
Here’s something odd. Not the job, which sounds like a great one for the right person. Part of me has always thought it might be nice to work at a college. Good benefits, decent hours, fewer (you’d think) crazy people. Plus, Pratt would probably be creative, no? And maybe you could snag some free classes!
But what’s weird is how they want you to apply. If you scroll down, you find this:
Online applications will not be accepted for this position. Please submit a resume, a cover letter that includes salary history and expectations, and the names and contact information for three professional references to:
Executive Director
Office of Public Relations and Communications
Pratt Institute
200 Willoughby Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11205
I’m dragging a bit today (staying up until 2 am reading The Book Thief, perhaps?). It’s noon and I’m only on my second cup of coffee, and yet … I’m too tired/lazy/unmotivated to get up and get another.
And yet, there is work to be done, and so I must push on. It’s only a few steps to the kitchen…
For those of you who find yourself in a similar sort of Monday paralysis, here’s a little pick-me-up.
Village Voice Media currently has several postings for an “email czar” on Mediabistro.com. I fancy myself no such thing, but it would be fun to call myself a czar, and I kinda wondered exactly what an email czar would do on a day-to-day basis.
So I clicked.
I love this man, not only for his amazing writing over the years (if you want a good cry, and a glimpse into a beautiful relationship, read About Alice), but for this.
He’s right, you know.
Managing editor means something different at virtually every publication, from print to digital, that you might run into. Folks are generally kinda impressed by it because it sounds “fancy,” but sometimes it’s no more than a glorified schedule-minder/accountant/traffic cop. And sometimes it’s much, much more.
