It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.
To the recruiters, telecommuters, and other IT professionals out there:
Over the past two years, I’ve been trying to acquire steady remote work. The reasons are varied (free time, need money for fun things like buying a house/getting married etc..), but the lack of success has not. So in a nutshell I’m asking anyone out there for any advice on what I’m doing wrong, if there’s any option(s) that I haven’t tried, or if what some of my contacts in the industry have stated is true, that I’m pretty much wasting my time.
…the Lead Developer that is.
So to get anyone that is reading this up to speed, I’ve been hired on as a the technical guru for a local startup company, the end of a trip that began soon after moving back to Ontario in early May. Long story short, a friend of a friend mentioned that a startup company near where he lived was having a hell of a time finding folks that wanted to work with them. Normally that sort of thing either says “they pay worth shit”, or “it’s a cesspool of drama and chaos”, but since it was in my 1B preferred location (1A being where I was exiled from, 1C requiring a green card), I figure “what the hey?”. Three months, two interviews, learning they’re hiring problems wee because they’re located in the “Here be Dragons” part of Ontario, and one job offer later, I’m the guy that would be taking their web application to the next level.
While digging through the interwebs for historical PEI photos recently, I cam across this video that looks to be tourism footage from the 1950′s. Or at least the cars and the really oil painting colour scheme lead towards that assumption. Neat to see footage of when there was actually a railroad active, there’s no RV’s in sight, and the shoreline isn’t dotted from Malpeque to Savage Harbour with 300k cottages. In short, my kind of place.
Every once in a while, I seem to get an itch for some tunes that hail from the Great White North. Bands that you’d rarely, if ever, hear on US airwaves (to say nothing on Top 40 radio), but that you’d used to hear on Canadian airwaves when we used to have more then six “Hot” tunes and country to choose from when spinning the dail in the car. Bands like say, these guys…