Clever girl, think you know but you don't know much

I have a lot of catching up to do since I got really sick sick sick over the weekend (thanks, WORK) and lost my flizzow with the posting and all. Or maybe I'll use it as an excuse to not catch up? Ooh I like the sound of that.

So I'm applying for a part-time job that I think I have a reasonable chance of a) getting and b) not hating, so I'm taking the opportunity to write a gigantic source resume listing pretty much every job I've ever had ever, no matter how unimportant it seems in my big employment picture, since I can basically tailor my resumes to fit any arts/writing/publishing jobs that come up due to my Vastly Diverse Experience or some such business. I suppose. I feel like I've only had three real jobs since college, but jeez:

• senior editor (entertainment news department)
  
• editor (book packager)
  
• assistant editor (book publisher)
  
• marketing assistant (book publisher)
  
• freelance editor (entertainment news Web site)
  
• freelance writer (entertainment network Web site)
  
• bookseller (bookstore)
  
• apprentice docent (gallery)
  
• personal assistant (author)
  
• assistant editor (college newspaper)
  
• serial recorder (research library)

And that's still leaving stuff out — two years freelance writing entertainment columns for a teen magazine's Web site (there's no trace of my stuff left online and it was under a pseudonym anyway plus it was a crappy experience so why bother) and my brief and not at all glorious stint writing music video proposals, which would have made me a ... music video proposal writer? I guess. And then there's the movie review book that isn't even worth discussing.

This is depressing. Why should I have to look for work? People should be coming to me begging for it or, better still, just giving me money for my awesomeness. I mean, honestly.

Posted by Kim at February 24, 2004 05:14 PM | Non-Moving Pictures