Ten years ago, the economy was humming along. "Help Wanted" signs as big as buses graced most retail establishments.
I remember joking with other at-home dads that when we finally got ready to re-enter the workforce, the hiring boom would be over.
So here I am, the butt of my own joke.
At least there's craigslist. Makes looking for work a little easier than in the old days. Downside: everytime I visit, I wish I had thought of craigslist.
I expected to find a lot of telemarketing jobs posted. Crappy work-at-home schemes, too. They're there, but I've been surprised to see real jobs -- for teachers, engineers, nurses, dentists, plumbers, accountants.
Some of the postings are pretty funny. One self-described "upscale family" was looking for a nanny. They had tried agencies, but "they have not done a good job of finding us a perfect fit." Big surprise. Among other qualifications, the ideal candidate must "represent a healthy lifestyle." I guess that's code for "no fatties."
Today I saw an ad for a small cake repair person. Now I've seen everything. Except for the job I really want.
And what is that? Freelance teacher. Must be able engage students in hands-on, inquiry-based learning related to engineering and design. Lead workshops which culminate in the class building a bridge large enough to walk on or a dome large enough to gather under.
That job isn't likely to show up on craigslist. I need to create it.
Someone I admire wrote, " But what I really want, more than anything else, is to continue to live off the stuff I invent."
Yeah, that's what I want. Now to figure it out.