Jobs, jobs, jobs.
That seems all the talk, from others as well as me.
I was notified today via automatic email that I did not have the qualifications to be a daily newspaper editor. And yet I await an interview in the coming week for a better job in another state.
As of this writing, journalismjobs.com had five job posting from across the country today. Five.
I received an email today that a local car wash was hiring a manager -- paid pretty well, too. At this point, it's an opportunity.
But also in the past day, as I study this upcoming opportunity, the outpouring of friendship reminded me what is more important than jobs, jobs, jobs.
Some of it was a deep dig as I checked with journalism friends about the newspaper with which I'll interview next week. Those friends buoyed me with their personal praise and offered any help.
And on Facebook, I asked for advice about my raging COVID beard -- shave or not shave. Most of the responses were smart-ass, prompting a new Bloomington friend to post I was lucky to have so many hysterical friends.
I am a lucky -- and for another day or so -- bearded man.
With friends spread across the country, I can't imagine anything better.
Jobs are cool.
Friends are better.
Have a beautiful weekend.
Peace and friends unto you my brothers and sisters.