Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist
In the past 48 hours I have submitted applications and relevant materials to two websites that were seeking freelance writers for movie recommendations and political commentary. As I found both ads on Craigslist, there is a high chance that both are scams or data miners.
I have asked for further information from a company that claims to be from either Australia or Lithuania, depending on whether you’re reading the unsolicited email or the website, offering work-from-home opportunities on a job described only as “recruiting agents for business contacts.”
I have contacted a headhunter.
I have inquired about a job I may not have enough experience to do.
I have volunteered to be a subject in a sleep-deprivation experiment that pays $2,000 for the completion of the study.
I have found nothing worthwhile in the Chicago Reader.
I have signed my termination agreement but I have not yet mailed it.
I have used a psychological cattle prod several times on the negativity gnawing at the base of my skull.
I have despaired.
I have been grateful.
I have procrastinated.
I have felt claustrophobic.
I have asked to make myself more useful.
I have been focused. I have been distracted.
I have been compensating.