Today, I feel like the main character in a story begun by…
Today, I feel like the main character in a story begun by Douglas Adams and published posthumously (not post-humorously!). As written, Dirk Gently is an out-of-work detective in a cafe, who decides that a passerby must be a case (and that he just hasn’t been engaged by the client who wants the passerby followed).
In my case, I am an almost out-of-work university instructor— one course really doesn’t pay the bills; even EI recognizes that I need help— who comes to campus every day to help faculty overcome any problems they are facing with the use of Moodle or other computer-based technology in their courses. It’s not something I’m being paid for, but it is work I really enjoy (and I hope someone will eventually notice who can hire pay me).
The ultimate in existentialist job-hunting: find a job and do it until someone begins to pay you. I don’t know that this will work, but then again, existentialism is so tenuous, so emergent, so fragile…
I wonder when people will begin to notice the bedroll stuffed under my desk…
