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Beach blanket bingo

In my continuing attempt to provide simultaneous translation to those of you outside the gilded circle of professional services professionals, here is a supplementary explanation of terminology you should know. On the beach. This is actually an expression from the good old days before HR got its finger in everything. It does not mean that […]

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Get a job

Another week, another list of dismal job prospects… Director, Liquidity Analytics. I am thinking the reason for this urgent vacancy is that around this time of year there is significant work involved in determining exactly when raindrops are about to turn to snow in order to properly inform the weather man when to switch graphics

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Take this job and shove it

As my job search continues, I continue to be bombarded with inappropriate suggestions from the helpful placement staff that patrol the internet. Clearly I have failed to adequately describe my qualifications and desired job specifications. I would feel bad about this lack of ability to make invisible web career mavens bend to my will except

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Working 9 to 5

My job search continues, undaunted by the thousands of positions that currently languish without alignment to my skills, although I am beginning to suspect they do not align with anyone’s skills. I have no explanation for why a company would post a job so obscure that it will never be filled. Perhaps it is an

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Un-accustomed as I am

Apparently, fear of public speaking (glossophobia for those who are interested in official labels) affects 75% of the population. Clearly that’s not an issue for Bill Clinton or Barack Obama (or even Michelle). And I am happy to say I also belong to the fearless 25%, but that wasn’t always the case. I had no

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Take a letter, Maria

I once had a summer job in an office. This is different than having a summer job that is not in an office like the one supervising a summer playground program (where I learned to hate the smell of sunburned grass) or the one pasting new-fangled bar codes on library books (where, to quell the

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