Interview

Finally!  Had an interview that did not go over like a meeting between a discombobulated moose and Katie Couric.  

I even had three different things in my hair, it looked like I had constructed scaffolding underneath.  Shiny bouncy scaffolding.

I didn't even have a zit.  

I dazzled.  I smiled. I sat up straight and made the nice HR lady laugh. 

And then,at the end of the interview, during which another editor was fired somewhere in Manhattan, I was offered the esteemed poistion of unpaid intern. 

Soon I will wake up and see I never graduated college.

Lean Margins

Last Wednesday I went to a Halloween Party where someone was dressed as the Ghost of Print. Which is currently funny the way suicide charades are always hilarious. Even though it is irritating to be stuck in limbo at my current position as a permalance, never promoted, intern, but at least I can laugh at it.

But then I look at my favorite job listing sites and realize I am going to be stuck in the mud for a while. The available jobs are dwindling everyday and are dwindling a lot. Then I there is the comforting knowledge I am up against the entire unemployed staff of Radar, Town and Country, Culture and Travel, Domino (?), Blueprint, and whatever percentage of the LA Times assistant staff that moved out to New York in search of jobs. Oh small liberal arts school, why did you not teach me the wonder of HTML and Quark?

I know most people are not terribly upset by wall streeters losing their second yachts and being reduced to one pair of polo shorts, but seriously it seems everyone has already stuck a fork and called the time of death for print. But if the government can give the well coiffed of Wall Street a ginormous bailout, why can't the print industry get some love? When we steer you wrong it is only to a bad $11 movie or shoes you can't walk in...We don't ruin the world.

So can someone just hire me already? On salary? So I don't feel like some cheap, by the hour, escort with excel knowledge.