Well, in typical Kendrick fashion, that big , bad ass job with a local government agency didn’t happen. It fell flatter than Debra Messing’s chest.
After seven long, arduous months of waiting and after having two interviews, my references and background checked and a ton of writing samples submitted, they decided NOT to full the position. At all.
I have never waited for a job for that long in my life.
And as a result, I feel as though I’ve lost some of the wind behind my sails. And then a phone call this morning told me that a side gig I’d been depending on, is ending in two months, so here I sit….like some short, unloved and unwanted plate of shrivelling liver sitting alone and drying up on this long, poorly heated buffet of disappointment.
But my pity party has to be short-lived. I’ve cried a sufficient amount of time. Expressed fear and disappointment to two friends, so now it’s time to put on my big girl panties and fix my situation.
I’ve already spent the young day apllying for jobs and cold calling and cold e-mailing companies and corporations not even advertising for gigs. So far, nothing. I’ve also devided to revisit something I’ve done once before. Unfortunately, it yielded no results, but I’m willing to try one more time.
I’ve appealed to my readers here on my blog before and I’m not too proud to do it again.
Seriously, I am an accomplished journalist and college educated (BA Journalism/ Minor in History) . I’m an award winning writer and reporter with 26…count ’em, 26 years worth of major market experience in TV, radio and print under my belt.
Need a writer? How about a Media Liaison? What about a court jester? I look dazzling in harlequin silk. Need a Copy Writer? Comedy writer? Someone to write professional hate letters? I do all of those things very well.
I’m affordable, I don’t eat that much and I’m short, so I don’t take up that much room. I type 65 wpm. Can speak and read Spanish proficiently. I also speak Jewish, Brooklyn, Eastern European, Texan, Southern with a decidedly Alpharetta accent and that no-accent Midwestern accent.
I bathe regularly, never come to diner at anyone’s house empty handed and I ALWAYS return my shopping carts to the appropriate cart stall corral thingy in the supermarket parking lot. I look 12 years younger than I am and act 25 years younger.
I have really cute shoes.
I clip coupons.
I believe in my own benevelence. I am humble but can apply healthy and reasoned narcissism when needed. I’m quite popular and a very driven a go-getter. I think being late is a character flaw. I’m extremely creative and keep greeting cards for every occasion in my desk draw at work. I’m trustowrthy and always maintain an accessible-to-everyone basket of candy bars (the good stuff, not that cheap crap) on my desk.
I’m fun to work with and a blast to be around, especially when I make jokes at other people’s expense. I’ve never been fired for something of my own accord and the HR department loves me.
I am unencumbered by children and a spouse (that’s an entirely different post) and willing to travel formy job and will to relocate just about anywhere in order to get a job.
I’m serious people. Perfectly serious. This not a joke. This time, I really, really, really need your help.
My situation is reaching critical mass in more ways than one, so come on faithful readers, do a sister a solid.
Acording to my blog’ Site Meter, I currently have an average of about 1, 230 hits on my blog each day. Of that number, someone reading must be in a position to hire or works for an organization that’s hiring or knows someone who knows someone who’s hiring.
I really want to work and in that regard, I really need to work. Anywhere. I think I’ve shot my employable wad here. I want to stay in Houston. This is home, I really like it here, but unfortunately, all signs seem to be indicating that H-Town no longer has anything to offer me.
So, what do you say? Can you help me? A resume and writing samples can be made available upon request.
All interested parties should contact me at lauriekendrick at aol dot com
Thank you from the bottom of my enlarged heart.