So, since my previous post, I've been offered, and accepted, a new job.
Like a dog returning to its vomit, it's another newspaper job.
And, it's Tuesday-Saturday (for now) hours.
It keeps me employed, so no blank spots on the resume, and no need to have to face age discrimination issues. (As I have before ... albeit, in the newspaper industry.)
It's closer to Dallas, the closest thing to a home in the adult world for me.
And, I'm afraid again of getting trapped. I know the non-media world just doesn't get it when they see lots of movement on a resume. Fuckers.
In fact, I feel the trapped feeling now, as the first full week of work starts. I'll survive, yes. Probably a bit more anxiety-scarred.
And, with another scattershot resume entry that will look like a black mark to non-newspaper job offerers. Yes, I can try to spin "resilience" up somewhere in the objective area, or maybe in a cover letter. But ...
That likely won't help a lot.
And, knowing that won't help me a lot.
More later ...
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
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