I’m gaining job experience as we speak. This is ridiculously wonderful.
I found out today that many publishing companies and other literary places like that consider blogging to be a form of job experience. My world has been rocked.
This means I have years of experience. Sure, most of it is crap, and it’s spread out over a few blogs, but still! There has to be some gems in here somewhere. Maybe not diamonds, though. Something cheap, but still sparkly enough to attract some sort of attention. Maybe agates or quartz or something. Cubic Zirconium.
Anyway, I’m seriously considering applying for some stay-at-home writing or copy-editing jobs. It would be part-time, something easily doable in tandem with my full time gig. And it would be in my major to boot.
I mean…I love my job, but I don’t want to be a secretary forever.
I’m just really excited that something I’ve already been doing counts in “the real world.” Here I was thinking I was just goofing off on the internet and I’ve actually been somewhat productive.
Now if only I can get my novel-reading hobby to count as experience, I’ll be set. “Applicants must have read over two hundred books in their lifetimes.”
Somehow, I don’t think they’ll go for that.