Sunday, February 28, 2010


Over a year ago, I applied for a job on Craigslist that couldn’t have sounded more perfect for my situation. The job involves providing writing support for an online university. The typical student is a 30 something woman in the Midwest working full time and taking college classes at night. It’s a work from home job. Flexible hours. Acceptable pay.

The application process has been high maintenance. I sent a cover letter and resume. I sent official college transcripts. I wrote an essay. I took a test. The essay I wrote really sucked. My essay writing skills were rusty, and I was already providing writing support at the time, both in person and online. That’s what made me cross over to the dark side of blogland. I really needed to create a personal writing habit, instead of just telling other people what to do. What's that saying . . . those who can't, teach.

I received a promising email from the online university a month after I completed the application process. The email announced that I successfully completed the application process and outlined a timeframe of another month before I would be trained. Finally, a YES after hundreds of NOs. But then, I didn’t hear from them for another six months. This time, they gave me a vague timeline but let me know I was still in the running. My enthusiasm was lukewarm. Another six months went by and now, I’ve been officially invited to a three-week unpaid training that begins in mid-April. They call it their interview process. That’s right, I will be working 10-12 hours a week for three weeks, before they decide if they would like to pay me. I’m totally doing it.

I’m trying not to get too attached. But . . . I’m liking the idea of keeping what I have now and adding this in. It would work well with my kids’ schedules, it would be something that I would be comfortable doing, and TELECOMMUTING – need I say more? Like I said, I need to chill. I won’t get my hopes up again . . . I’m lying but let me pretend I'm not totally dependent on this working out. My fingers will be crossed until April.


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