Ghost Hunting

Honestly, maybe I should take up a job as a Ghostbuster. After graduating college and finally getting away from The Paragould Daily Press--or The Daily Mess, as it's more affectionately known to its readers--I swore to myself that I would never work in the newspaper business again.

Heh. Well, you see, desperate times make you do desperate things. I've been looking for a job for over two months, which has included rounds and rounds of interviews and assessments. Therefore, when I saw an opening for a job at The Gurdon Times, I had no choice but to apply. Of course the call came for the interview--heck, I have years of experience, awards, accolades, and an applicable degree. What could go wrong? Besides working for $7.50 an hour at a weekly newspaper in Gurdon, Arkansas.

Needless to say, the interview went well--in fact, I'm convinced I know more about the newspaper business than the woman who interviewed me. But let's jump to the point: I didn't get the job. They loved me, and all that Workspeak crap, but they hired someone more "local"--or, the girl from Gurdon who interviewed before me and knew the woman doing the hiring. I heard all this because The Gurdon Times only has one room, so there isn't really anywhere to stash people for interviews.

Maybe I'll just take up looking for the Gurdon Light. Or hunting ghosts. Heck, hunting ghosts seems to be more fathomable than me getting a job anytime soon.