Time did a “One Day in America” special report, which contained an entertaining and simultaneously depressing segment on average job happiness: http://www.time.com/time/2007/america_numbers/job.html. It provided a more comprehensive approach than the reiteration of the fact that dentists are most likely to commit suicide, and air traffic controllers have the highest stress levels. Shocking, I know.
With so many grouchy New Yorkers, I am dubious of the results. However, I figure that the severely-under-caffeinated-late-to-work-suit would have had no time to stop his or her busy life to speak to a member of the smiling, survey-waving corps.
As the real world readily approaches us collegiate and post-collegiate individuals, the search for a great job seems to be as elusive as the lost-dryer-sock. Craigslist, though occasionally helpful, is fraught with fraudulent posting, false promises, and abundant opportunities to sell your body. However, if you aspire to become a personal escort, or do a job for “worthwhile contacts” who are just so worthwhile that they cannot pay you, this is your website.
I recently stumbled upon a reputable source of jobs for big names in publishing, PR, arts & design, and new media. Ironically, it’s part of a blog. It provides you with both your daily dose of snark and the potential for career advancement. Ladies, gents, hermaphrodites, and plant life: Gawker Jobs.
Also, for those interested in NYC real estate I have found a great deal of luck from NY Habitat. Please feel free to contact me for more information about the cheery agent who helped us find an apartment with AC and internet. Did I mention AC and internet? Without those, life would be creating a whole new ring of hell right now. AC and heat are crucial for NY summers and winters, unless you want your heated/cooled towel to be your bedmate for the entire season.
P.S. Yes, Towelie, I still love you. Please don’t cry… (you’re woefully less plushy and absorbent that way…)