For some, jobless benefits trump a job.
I was sent the above link exactly 24 hours before I was offered my Dream Job—an incredible writing gig that would gain me national exposure. It was going to be incredible! I'd be getting paid to party and blog, two things at which I was already an established expert.
I was so ecstatic about the job (my Twitter account was just waiting for my first triumphant post!) until the actual offer letter was sent over. Turns out the missing piece of the Dream Job Puzzle was labeled "payment." For the honor of working 75+ hours/week, I stood to be compensated exactly what I was currently earning on UNEMPLOYMENT.
For those of you who have never had the great honor of trying to survive on unemployment (especially in an expensive city), I'll give you a sample equation to put it into perspective. Take your current salary, multiply it by .000001%, then try to buy groceries with it. Even TJ Maxx is high-end shopping when you've done that for 10 months in this garbage economy.
So, after a week of thinking it over (and talking to my mom, my husband, my therapist), I decided to accept the job. I guess for me it came down to this: Having a solid mark on my resume was worth eating Top Ramen for.
Bionda has another business card to add to her stack.