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  1. Would You ­ Could You ­ Work From Home?

    November 1, 2013 by Lady Unemployed

    I am in the state of decision making. You know, that thing you have to do as a grown up that can change the course of things for you. The little decisions that can become big decisions. The big decisions that can turn into even bigger decisions.

    Okay, I’m rambling.

    I am considering a job that allows me to work from home. In fact, everyone who works for this particular company, works from home. It is a permanent, full time job with benefits. The pay is about the same (a little more, in fact) than what I’m making now, too.

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  2. Ending the Day (and Week) Without a Call

    October 16, 2013 by Lady Unemployed

    Wednesday has come to a swift close and my two family members who are looking for work haven’t received calls. I also worry the rest of this week will be like this – for me, and for my mom and brother.

    All of this leaves me with the question –

    What the hell can get that phone to ring? If you happen to come across this and you are a job hunting or cover letter writing expert, I would love your take on how job seekers can get that call for an interview.

  3. The Worst Networking Advice I Ever Received

    July 12, 2012 by Lady Unemployed

    I’ve reached a point of my unemployment where I feel like I am really pulling out all the stops.

    Stop Sign

    See? There’s one of my stops right there.

    I am doing everything I can to find a secure, full time position for myself. And this includes networking. I have been actively using LinkedIn, Facebook, Twitter, direct email contacts, etc. You name it. I have tried it.

    Now, what I have learned about networking is this –

    It is a total crap shoot. And I’m not even sure what that expression means. But it’s a crap shoot.

    Let’s first categorize the types of responses I am getting. Oh and by the way, as a warning, this post will be much longer than usual.

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