count me in

As of March 1st, I joined the great unwashed and uninsured of Great America. It's been 15+ years since I've been part of this oft-cited and still under-recognized part of our nation (we are not easily quantified). I'm not proud. Ick. I'm uncomfortable. Makes me wanna stay home more than ever. Though I suppose I should take no comfort. There's a lot of accidents that can happen in the home.

This post was originally titled "Scylla and Charybdis," because that's where I feel to be: between a rock and a hard place.

I'm job hunting and humbled. My education and work experience do not readily combine to make me a neat fit with any organization, but I know I bring a lot to the table:

Savvy and skilled, mostly self-taught but grateful to those who have trained me. Creative, dynamic, and charismatic. A self-starter who takes direction. An iconoclast who knows the rules. Sensitive, empathic, and honest. A leader without ego. A talker who listens. Gentle and kind. Compassionate and passionate. A genuine people-person. And, sometimes, funny.

Blogging is a liability, being on the job hunt, which is why I've been tongue-tied these last few weeks. Google me and you'll hit this site first (then my Gambit contributions), and then a slew of sites that are a combination of me and not-me (who knew there were so many namesakes in North America?).

I expect that a potential employer will Google a prospective hire, so if I've recently sent you my resume and you've found my site, thank you for your interest.

If you poke around and dig in the archives, you'll quickly learn that my world's been quirky and topsy-turvy these last few years, largely due to geography and the ever-changing cast of characters moving in and out of my life. I started this blog the night that Katrina roared ashore, and, indeed, it's all been "after" that. As for personal defining moments, August 29th, 2005 was indelible.

Thanks for reading. Call me for an interview. Please.