Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I'm looking for a job. I can use the income and, even more important, the health insurance. My COBRA benefits will end soon.
It used to be that work-from-home schemes were exactly that: schemes, rip offs, whatever you want to call them. Now quite a few legitimate jobs are work from home. It would be nice to toil right here in the Little House On The Swamp. When I need a break, Penelope can take over and answer calls with a French accent.
I started applying Sunday night and posted my résumé on Indeed, which has brought a few inquiries my way. With the labor shortage, I should be able to find something quickly. Or is the labor shortage limited to certain restaurants, every fast-food drive-thru, and all the garbage hauling companies in the world? Those are the places I hear about all the time. I don't think I'll be joining the staff at Mickey D's anytime soon, and garbage pick up? I'd probably throw myself face down in the street and beg the driver to run over me so I could escape the stench and the uniform.
So what's the right job for me? What do you think I should be hired to do?
Go ahead. Be creative.
Infinities of love,