Another summer is upon us, and much like last summer and the one before that one, I’m stuck in the prickly space that’s clogged with job listings that fail to inspire even an ounce of excitement or ambitiousness.
I’ve always been quite frank about the never-ending quest for financial stability, that I hoped would be furnished with an editorial job that not only satisfies salary requirements, but also features the security of a solid health plan, afforded through full time employment.
I came so close to realizing those dreams almost three years ago, when a promising gig as content producer for the digital arm of one of the industry’s media giants presented the strong possibility of a staff writing position. The newly hired manager was so pleased with my output that he invited me for a coffee break to discuss my favorable prospects.
Unfortunately his best intentions for my career trajectory were thwarted by the email I received a couple of days later, that basically thanked me for my services and confirmed that the logged in date for my final performance would be honored without issue.
It was a huge blow to the ego, and one of the early signs of how the job market was erratically shifting away from the “temp to perm” model, and more towards the conveniently cheaper and laborious permanent “temp” version, that…
