BREAKING: Some dear people have reached out inviting me to apply for a position at a newspaper.
I applied today.
Suddenly, I'm transported back to the ugly, milk-fed high schooler with a slight stink that was me when I heard an attractive woman was interested in going to the prom with me.
It's nice to be wanted.
The slight stink was probably from all that milk.
The forest of jobs remains remains low on sustenance in these pandemic days. Journalismjobs.com adds half a dozen ads a day, the vast majority of which remain out of my reach for many reasons. On indeed.com, I find many openings for food delivery. Editor & Publisher classifieds are, to paraphrase the philosopher H.I. McDunnough, "a rocky and barren place where my seed can find no purchase."
I don't want to name the newspaper nor the people at this point because we're just ankle deep in the process.
But it's greatly warming to have people afar concerned about my well-being.
Peace and concern unto you my brothers and sisters.