I was laid off 6 months ago. Since then I have made a full time job of aggressively seeking a job. I’ve done some freelance work but I am ready for a full time position. My efforts alone have not been enough. Here’s where you come in:

It’s simple, really. I am offering $1,004 (I like the number 4) as a finders’ fee to whoever gets me a full time contract at a marketing or advertising agency in New York City. Details below:

I have 3 years experience.  No sales jobs please.

Rules and Restrictions:

1. You do not interview for me, just help me get the interview with the marketing or advertising agency. If I accept an offer of full-time employment from the agency, I pay you the finder’s fee. 
2. You may use my cover letter or create your own, just show me your version first. 
3. Email me at shelton.liz@gmail.com for my resume and permission to send it to each potential employer. I do not want people to send my resume to the same place 15 times (that’s just annoying). 
4. Please send me a copy of your email to the employer so I can keep track of who sent it where and know who gets the money. Only one finder’s fee will be paid and it will go to the first person to contact the agency with my permission, which I will determine based on your communications to me and the agency. 
5. You may work at the agency and keep any additional benefits that the agency pays to you. 
6. Open to everyone 18 years of age and older. 
7. Feel free to send this to any and everyone you know.

I get the job you get the money and a hug! 

Please email any questions to me. Good luck and please reblog!

DISCLAIMER: NONE, THIS IS EXTREMELY LEGIT.

It’s scary how fast things can change in the blink of an eye.

I knew my company was doing poorly.  I knew there would be a lay off.  I just didn’t think it would really be me.  Maybe I was being naive?  I figured if this happened to me before; could it actually happen again?  Forget middle child syndrome I have “Last one in, first one out” syndrome.  I have been plagued by this disease so help me g-d.  

I am sick and tired of hearing positive words of encouragement.  I know I am good at what I do, I am smart, dedicated and proactive.  It just so happens that the economy has not recovered and I have a touch of bad luck.  

I came home from work Thursday afternoon, defeated.  What would I do tomorrow? Forget that, that tomorrow was my birthday, I didn’t know what to do.  I am not the kind of person that will enjoy unemployment, I know this from previous experience.  I am a go getter, I like to constantly have something to do, I enjoyed going to work each day and I am lost without that. 

Busy sulking in my own sorrows, I received a phone call from my mom in tears.  My grandfather was admitted to the hospital for pneumonia, which is considered somewhat serious in older adults.  I quickly forgot my own troubles and was grateful that if need be I could fly home without worrying about taking a day off.

I knew when I woke up on Friday it would not really be my birthday.  How could it be?  What with no job and the constant worrying about my grandfather it sure as hell was not a birthday.

And then I got the call.  I thought it was a birthday call.  It was. But it was something more.  So much more.  A friend of mine had suddenly passed away.  A friend I had known since eleventh grade.  A genuine friend.  A guy that wholeheartedly cared about you, about everyone he met and his life was gone in the blink of an eye.  

Ilan had such a deep passion for life, he always had a smile on his face and he seemed to know everything about anything-sports, coffee, random facts and of course his passion - wine.  He was that guy who modestly knew it all.

There were over 1,000 people at his funeral.  And those were only the ones that could make it with short notice.  Those 1,000 people are only a handful of the people he touched throughout his short life.  The world will not be the same without his kind soul.  I will miss talking to him on gchat at random hours.  He was always the first of my friends to comment on my posts, he always had something clever to say, something he knew I would appreciate.  I will miss that dearly.  I will miss him much more though.

Even in his passing, Ilan has brought some clarity to my life.  He has taught me what is really important.  I do not mean to imply that a job is not important, in fact it is a crucial component to self fulfillment and of course paying the bills in this expensive world, but, at the same time there are SO many more important things in life than a job.  There is health, a close family and great friends and I am blessed to have these things as was Ilan.  I will survive this.  I will rise up from this and have a better job and a great career.