Archive for May, 2007

In Which the Protagonist is Offered a Writing Job

May 31, 2007

For serious, yo.

Writing up that mock business proposal paid off.

I’ve been tentatively offered a temp-to-possible-hire position in downtown Dayton for what I’ll refer to here as a financial services firm (the universe must be trying to tell me something…).

Writing jobs of any sort are like fucking gold, even if, as with this position, you’re mainly rewriting training manuals and writing up press releases and creating web content.

During the interview, one of the guys asked me if the writing was my passion or if I was more passionate about my previous job as a project coordinator. For the first time, I could answer that question truthfully without blowing the interview.

“Oh no,” I said, “the writing is my passion. It’s what I do.”

I interviewed this morning and got the call from the temp agency about tomorrow’s “start date” and “undetermined length of assignment” about an hour ago, so I’m sill just… stunned.

There’s a trial period, of course – that’s why it’s a temp and not a straight hire. It could turn out we don’t click and I’m not able to produce what they’re looking for, but you know what?

I don’t think they’ll get anybody more motivated to knock the fucking thing out of the fucking park.

Fucking A. writing job. writing job. writing job.

In Which the Protagonist is Offered a Writing Job

May 31, 2007

For serious, yo.

Writing up that mock business proposal paid off.

I’ve been tentatively offered a temp-to-possible-hire position in downtown Dayton for what I’ll refer to here as a financial services firm (the universe must be trying to tell me something…).

Writing jobs of any sort are like fucking gold, even if, as with this position, you’re mainly rewriting training manuals and writing up press releases and creating web content.

During the interview, one of the guys asked me if the writing was my passion or if I was more passionate about my previous job as a project coordinator. For the first time, I could answer that question truthfully without blowing the interview.

“Oh no,” I said, “the writing is my passion. It’s what I do.”

I interviewed this morning and got the call from the temp agency about tomorrow’s “start date” and “undetermined length of assignment” about an hour ago, so I’m sill just… stunned.

There’s a trial period, of course – that’s why it’s a temp and not a straight hire. It could turn out we don’t click and I’m not able to produce what they’re looking for, but you know what?

I don’t think they’ll get anybody more motivated to knock the fucking thing out of the fucking park.

Fucking A. writing job. writing job. writing job.

French AIDS Awareness Campaign

May 31, 2007

Um.

I’m speechless.

Seriously.

Bloody Brilliant

May 31, 2007

Puppetry without the puppets. Or, rather, high wiring in real life… without the high wires.

Or something.

Kewl, in any case.

Note To Self:

May 31, 2007

Do not go out and buy things every time you have a “good” interview.

This makes bad financial sense.

Kay, thnx.

Because After Awhile, You Can Write Just About Anything

May 30, 2007

Spent much of the day writing up a mock business proposal for a part-time business proposal writer position that one of the temp agencies called me up for.

It was funny, because you know, I’ve never written a business proposal. I’ve assisted in writing business proposals; I’m familiar with the format and the lingo because I spent some time working on them at my old dayjob at the telcom place, but I worked on pieces of it: editing, layout, information gathering. Okay, well, maybe technically there *were* parts of it I wrote, though I wrote them mainly by cribbing from old proposals. Which, really, is how you do them all.

It’s funny how many things you do at some jobs that you just don’t think about having done; I didn’t immediately think, “Oh yes, I should apply for business proposal positions!” but when the recruiter talked about the job, I realized it actually sounded like something I could do. I didn’t have any writing samples for proposals because, well, those are confidential, so I suggested to him that I just write up one for a fake company with a fake history and fake scope of work.

There are benefits to being a fantasy writer, you know.

And it made me realize that after writing for so many years on so many varied topics, well, after awhile you can write just about anything.

Because After Awhile, You Can Write Just About Anything

May 30, 2007

Spent much of the day writing up a mock business proposal for a part-time business proposal writer position that one of the temp agencies called me up for.

It was funny, because you know, I’ve never written a business proposal. I’ve assisted in writing business proposals; I’m familiar with the format and the lingo because I spent some time working on them at my old dayjob at the telcom place, but I worked on pieces of it: editing, layout, information gathering. Okay, well, maybe technically there *were* parts of it I wrote, though I wrote them mainly by cribbing from old proposals. Which, really, is how you do them all.

It’s funny how many things you do at some jobs that you just don’t think about having done; I didn’t immediately think, “Oh yes, I should apply for business proposal positions!” but when the recruiter talked about the job, I realized it actually sounded like something I could do. I didn’t have any writing samples for proposals because, well, those are confidential, so I suggested to him that I just write up one for a fake company with a fake history and fake scope of work.

There are benefits to being a fantasy writer, you know.

And it made me realize that after writing for so many years on so many varied topics, well, after awhile you can write just about anything.

Ode to My Brilliance

May 30, 2007

So, I forgot my cell phone charger in the room at Wiscon, and my battery is dead. I’ve got another interview tomorrow, which I was able to set up just as the phone started sending off its dying beeps.

I pulled up some online maps for the local Radio Shack and found one less than two miles away. As I was about to get out the door I thought, “Ha ha! I will be clever and call them to make sure they have a motorola cell phone charger! That way I won’t have biked all the way out there for nothing.”

So I cleverly picked up my phone, stared at the blank screen… and remembered that my phone was dead.

It’s the thought that counts.

One for the Road

May 30, 2007

Working Out is Hard, Yo

May 30, 2007

Especially in 80 degree weather. After six days off.

I hate squats.

Have I mentioned how much I hate squats?

Yeah, these aren’t getting added to the new nighttime weights routine.