As you may or may not know, I was featured as part of a Toronto Star article that focussed on how people recently laid off have been dealing with the joblessness, what work they’re finding, what sort of jobs they’re pursuing, dream-gig or otherwise, and that sort of thing. I think my inclusion is to provide the similar angle of “Day Job Gone Allows You To Focus on Dream Work” sort of thing and I was more than happy to provide what I did. That and I figured that hey, press is press. It can’t hurt to get your name out there and have folks contact you for services. What the heck, eh?
Today I received my first job offer as a result of the article. It begins, as most of my stories do, with me doing a crossword puzzle on the john. The phone rang and I hastily collected myself to answer it. A quick glance at the call display provided me with absolutely no clue as to who the person was. It was some Middle-Eastern-style name and at this point I’m wondering if it’s a wrong number. Nope. They apparently knew who they were calling.