It is that time. It the time to begin regular obeisance, in my pajamas, to the graven image of Monster.com in anticipation of July’s pending unemployment. Am I qualified for a career in the National Clandestine Services? Printing ink salesperson? Would a business wire hire me to edit news releases? I could probably get up to 60 wpm. And wouldn’t it be a hoot to answer this ad for a “writer” to help some unnamed person for unnamed remuneration pen his or her memoirs?
I applied for a Fulbright with the assumption that employment would thereafter fall out of the sky. Why not so?
Here it is. My future is calling: “Must be fluent and articulate in English. Must be willing to learn locations within the Delaware River, channels, and associated terminals, piers, tides and currents.” Tug boat dispatcher. I will need a yellow rain slicker.