7/12/2005
Work is fun is work
Well, my six weeks of vagabondism, travel and hedonism is over, at least according to my mental timeline. Now, to work. Scanning the classifieds here in Victoria is a depressing exercise, and I'm actually relieved to hear from people that no one ever finds a job in the paper. It's a who-you-know kinda town, and while I'm not exactly settled in just yet, I already know a few people who might be able to help. Shall see.

Just hoping I have the guts to refuse compromises at this point. No, I don't want a 40-hour-a-week job doing something boring and mechanical. No, I don't want to cover city council and little league for the local rag, though I might be persuaded to correct its many spelling and grammatical screw-ups for a sizeable retainer. No, no, NO, I don't want any serious legal work; luckily, having an American law degree probably diminishes my attractiveness as law-clerk-about-town anyway. Sound open-minded, don't I? Well, I'm also ruling out animal husbandry and sex tourism, so there.
 
# by Chris @ 12:52 PM