The job search continues. The two opportunities I mentioned a few weeks ago didn’t work out. I lacked a key piece of experience on one, and the other just wasn’t a good fit. Things are understandably quiet at the moment due to the holiday season.
That said, there is some activity. I did a phone interview this week with a good company for a position that is definitely within my skill set but which would also challenge me to learn new things. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that my writing samples are well received and that I get invited for the next round of interviews. I also have an interview with an ad agency scheduled for early next week. I’ve interviewed with agencies in the past, only to be told that copywriters are a dime a dozen in this town. Still, the idea intrigues me and I think I would be good at it. Also, a placement firm is looking at me for temporary work in my field.
Shortly before my job ended, I thought it would be nice to have a day to myself to paint. Now that I’ve been out of work for two months, I find I’m not in the mood to be creative. I’m spending my time looking for work or reading books related to the job or the job search. I’m using more of my left brain and less of my right brain. One of the books I read recently leads me to believe that I’m using both sides of my brain, but developing the worst habits of each. (Can you say over-analytical clutter bug? I knew you could.) I took a test a few years ago that pegged me as dead-center equal on using the left and right sides of my brain. I’m happy in that balanced place, and I need to find it again.
skyflame
December 2, 2005 at 9:38pmI had a conversation last night with a friend who asked me about some of my short stories, and I mentioned that I hardly ever write at home now because I write for a living. Granted, the genres are completely different, but it’s still that part of the brain being used and it likes to shut off when it’s not getting paid. đŸ™‚
allisonstein
December 3, 2005 at 5:16pmI think we use up our creativity in the service of our corporate masters and stagger home as wasted shells of our former selves. Or something like that.