Have I found a job?
yes / no ?
No.
Do stuff to find job.
...
Have I found a job?
yes / no ?
No.
Do stuff to find job.
...
Have I found a job?
yes / no ?
No.
Do stuff to find job.
... over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over ... 24/7 ... unrelentingly ... unendingly ... unmercifully ... always hanging over my head.
So, if I'm not off at a networking event (I went to two this week, which were detailed in Friday's The Job Stalker post), I'm grinding through Twitter posts, reading stuff on the web, cranking out resumes, working on sites (I am "in development" with five projects, none of which, unfortunately, are "money up front" situations, and a few are, even more unfortunately, pretty clearly "pie in the sky by and by" time sinks), reading books for review (I am getting in more and more from various publishers, which is a good thing, I think), and trying to get myself as visible as possible.
Of course, the "visible as possible" angle is right now "FOR A JOB" so I've had to mute myself to a great extent on posting stuff that I'd really want to in here. I'm coming up on my tenth year of journaling in this space (and am just about to cross the 4,000 post mark!), and I have only "locked down" a mere handful of things as "friends only" in that time. Every time I feel I have to do this, it makes me feel horribly "inauthentic" and like I'm some sort of a sham, but I realize that for the past year or two I've grossly attenuated what I would LIKE to be able to be saying, filtering and editing and muffling so much in the interests of being boring enough to be hired. So, a lot of the time it's not that palatable to me to even post in here if I have to wear the "faceless, yet talented, drone" mask.
Anyway ... over there ===> is a link to last Monday's The Job Stalker post, featuring my tap-dance around the book review (which you saw in here already) of Chris Brogan's new book, including some more ponderings on Social Media in lieu of a new interview. Do the clicky-clicky and I'll be showered (if you're in the Chicago market) with all those half penny payments from the Tribune.