I quit my job. Now what?

Do the things your White Sox inner child has only let you dream about ... like getting drunk on Mad Dog 20/20 and attacking an opposing first base coach. Make it happen while you can!

Seriously, good luck. That takes some balls. I quit my very first job in journalism, and though it took me several months to get going again, I don't regret it a bit.

 

I thought you were going to suggest he put a couple blow up dolls in his apartment/house to help him find a job.

 

Good luck, pallister, just stay away from the Northwest. We have enough unemployed journalists headed this way (Hi, Angola!).

 

Not that I did it by choice, since my paper went tits-up in January, but I agree with andyouare. I've been freelancing a ton, and writing about stuff that has interested me unlike anything I've written for a long, long time. Doesn't hurt that I fell into a freelance gig that pays about 5-6 bills per story, either. They've put me on writing health-related articles, so I've been writing about new hip replacement protocols and new cancer treatments. I never thought that stuff would interest me, but this gig has opened entire new avenues for me.

 

You rotten sonofabitch.

I was going to say that.



Good luck pallister. Here's some leads for you:

(There's your soulmate on the cover!)





Three tattoo magazines? Seriously?

If that fails, you can always start a BLOG!!! written from the point of view of a Republican-voting tattooed White Sox fan. Fill a niche, I always say.

 

Have you thought about taking some classes at the local community college?

 

Kudos, BYH.

 

Good for you. It's about time.

This world is always going to be about what's good for us.

 

Shit.

 

How about working as a roadie for a thrash metal band?

 

Rent boy?

 

Does Ozzie need an assistant?