My idea of Job Share is as follows.
I see a great job that I’d love to have but I don’t have the qualifications or background or the hundred other attributes that employers usually demand.
October 1, 2015 and I just found what looks like a great fob for someone
Not me I tell you
Not for me
I am an artist
You will agree
My cup of tea
But for someone
A Bathurst job
Paying good wages
Is such a dream
An artist job
Can this be true?
Just will not do
My dream job is in Toronto. Like any good Canadian I love Montreal. But I love Toronto even more and would be so happy to live there.
So, why do I mention it? Because I was born to share I guess. My need to share comes out of years of experience. No, I am not speaking about actual paying-job experience. I’ve had little enough of that. I mean the sort of experience one gets from years of job-hunting, groveling before gatekeepers and volunteering help wherever and whenever I have seen a real need.
If I were a salesman I might tell you that you’d better jump at this job since the offer is only open for one or two more days. Sigh, how many times have we heard that one?
So … My name is Sharon (I love how that sounds like sharin’) and here is the dream job I found today.
And why would I need a job, some might ask. Don’t I already have so much to do in my lovely studio at 212 St Andrew Street in Bathurst? Yes, but like most artists I am unable to make a living by my art. While I love what I do, winter is coming, NBPower rates will be going up and the studio will be getting cold. Already I must wear a warm sweater and leg warmers. Soon I will be wearing gloves to work as I did when I rented my studio at the Doucet-Hennessy House a few years back. This year I am presented with an additional challenge. A broken leg keeps me somewhat immobile and unable to move around enough to keep warm while I am working.