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Adventures in Near Unemploymentby Clayton WalnumYes, it's been a long time since my name has appeared in a byline on ProgessiveWorld.net. I've got a good excuse, though. You see, I'm currently starring in a major motion picture called Kingdom Of Heaven, in which I play a knight during the crusades. I get to have all sorts of cool sword fights, as well as cuddle with damsels in distress. No wait! That's Orlando Bloom. Me, until very recently, I barely had a job. For the last 15 years or so, I've been a free-lance writer. Not to toot my own horn, but over that time, I've authored or co-authored around 60 books. Of course, they were all boring books about computers, but books they were, nevertheless. The trouble is, with so many computer jobs moving overseas (a process that experts call "jobs moving overseas"), the market for computer books has fallen dramatically over the last few years. I went from writing four or five books a year (no kidding) to spending most of my time watching Spongebob Squarepants, eating Oreos by the box, and downloading porn. Unfortunately, none of these activities pay very well. When the porn sites started bouncing my credit card, it was obvious that I was going to have to get a "real" job. I started the job-search process reluctantly and with little ambition, sending out a resume here and there, always believing that the free-lance jobs would eventually come my way again -- or failing that, that my new part-time gig as a gigolo would pan out. Unfortunately, middle-aged men with pot bellies can have a difficult time finding clients. I did get one call, but when I found out that my "john" was literally a John, I decided to close the business. As the bills began to stack up, I became more desperate and accelerated my job-search, by which I mean I stopped lying about sending out resumes and actually did it. My search led me all across these United States, from Connecticut to California to our new state of Canada, but because of the aforementioned job outsourcing, nary a job was there to find. I'm pretty sure that most personnel departments used my resumes as comedic relief, chortling over them, while exclaiming things like: "This guy actually thinks there are jobs!" "What does he think we would do with a gigolo?" "What kind of a name is Walnum, anyway?" I even had an interview with Microsoft, a company exactly 3,165 miles from my front door. Unfortunately, they expected me to know something about the topic they wanted someone to write about. The interview went like this: Microsoft: So, what do you know about Active Directory? Me: Um…Did you know that I've written nearly 60 books? Microsoft: Yes, but can you tell me about the Internet client/server relationship? Me: 60 books, Dude! Microsoft: Okay, but can you write about Windows security issues? Me: Er…60! Just count ‘em! Microsoft: Enough with the books. Can you write about Active Server Pages? Me: Yes. Microsoft: What topics would you write about? Me: Stuff about Active Server Pages. No, I didn't get the job, but I did learn a valuable lesson: If you interview with Microsoft while eating handfuls of gummy worms, terms like Active Server Pages come out like "Agdib Derva Pashis." To make a long story even longer, after two years or so, I finally landed a job -- ironically only about five miles from my front door, which, if I've done my math correctly, is way closer than Microsoft. I'm now a technical writer for a wonderful company named CNC Software, who make the #1 CAD/CAM software in the world, an immense chunk of code called Mastercam. All you machinists out there will know that name. Yep, you will. Since starting work at CNC Software, I discovered that I had grown massively sick of the free-lance life and should have stopped it long ago. The cost of health insurance exceeding $16,000 a year should have been the first hint. The stress of trying to find work in a nonfiction book market that signs Britney Spears to multimillion contracts while leaving professional writers to starve should have been the second hint. My standing in front of Dunkin Donuts in hot pants and a feather boa and asking passersby if they wanted to party should have been the final hint. (Thanks to the gummy worms, my solicitation actually sounded more like "Wand do parrie?") But what's really important is that I did get the hint, I did finally get a job, and I did get $10 for my feather boa on eBay. Even more importantly, I'm taking a class called "The Fine Art of Speaking with a Mouthful of Gummy Worms." But that's another story. Okay, none of the previous scribbling was about progressive music, so to get back on track, it's now time for…. Clay’s CDs in Rotation
[See also Bobo's and Eric's reviews -ed.] Carl Palmer - Working Live, Volumes 1 & 2
[See also Tom's review of Volume 2-ed.] Sleepytime Gorilla Museum - Of Natural History
[See also Joshua's review -ed.] www.sleepytimegorillamuseum.com
[See also Keith's review -ed.] Until next time, send me your proggy thoughts via email at cwalnum@claytonwalnum.com, and be sure to visit www.claytonwalnum.com while you’re at it. Most importantly, keep on proggin’! |