Transitions, Part 4: Hire Me, I'm Not Qualified, But I'm Smart!!

So there I was, bored as anything, thinking that maybe a job would be nice.

I applied to all the biotech companies in the area. One offered me $40,000 for a full-time job and told me that all their staff had done postdocs (WHERE? South Florida Tech and Motorcycle School??) and the maximum salary was $45,000. I laughed in their faces and hung up.

I applied for a part-time editing job for which I was exquisitely well qualified, prepared to accept a ludicrously low salary. They had decided whom to hire before they advertised (bastards).

I applied for a writing job at Big Bicycle Company. "We don't pay the writers that much," they said, "but how about being a Bicycle Repair Specialist?"

"I know nothing about Bicycle Repair," I said.

"Oh, well, we'll teach you," they said.

What the hell.

Next time: Screw Working, Housewifery Here I Come!