A Day Job

Well it’s the first Wednesday of the month and it’s time for insecure writer’s support group. This seems as good a time as any to make an announcement: I, J M Filipowicz, am looking for a job. I’m not planning to give up my writing, no sir.  However, it is disheartening to be reminded that I could make more at a part-time minimum-wage gig than I have been on sales for my first novel. Finance wise, Wardroids isn’t even a close second.

What kind of work am I looking for, you ask? I’m really not sure. I have an eclectic rage of skills that could benefit any employer. There’s writing, of course, I’ve composed everything from short stories, to restaurant reviews, to lists of the best Christmas toys. I’m also comfortable with computers, though I admit that’s not as uncommon a trait as it once was. I redid my last employer’s website using a template and mediocre html skills. I’m good with kids, mostly because I treat them like human beings. While working at a party supply store, my colleagues and I applied prosthetic bullet wounds to each other before going out to eat at Burger King. I can smile through an irate customer’s tantrum better than anyone. During one employee evaluation, my store manager told me he’d never seen anything like it.

I love science fiction, art, and writing. I love live theatre and laughter. My dream is to have a job where I don’t have to buy a car or get a babysitter, though I’m willing to do both if the job is awesome enough. Part-time, full-time, whatever is good. The freedom to open my laptop during my breaks would be an asset.