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Adult Fairy Tales for Millennials by Gwen Larson

from “The Little English Major”

Although she loved the publishing industry dearly, it abandoned her and married the internet. She tried to get on board, but all the internet-based outlets wanted her to write for exposure instead of actual money. Tragically, she starved to death within a few short years.

Okay, really she became a receptionist at a boutique fitness studio, which is almost as sad.

That’s the difference between a male and female English major. Businesses usually don’t want male receptionists. See also “A HREF=””>A Smoking Gun Example of Why My Homelessness is Entirely the Fault of Others.


Why You Can’t Get A Job … Recruiting Explained By the Numbers By Dr. John Sullivan, May 20, 2013


Understanding the Hiring “Funnel” can Help You Gauge Your Chances

In recruiting, we have what is known as a “hiring funnel” or yield model for every job which helps recruiting leaders understand how many total applications they need to generate in order to get a single hire. As an applicant, this funnel reveals your chances of success at each step of the hiring process. For the specific case of an online job posting, on average, 1,000 individuals will see a job post, 200 will begin the application process, 100 will complete the application, 75 of those 100 resumes will be screened out by either the ATS or a recruiter, 25 resumes will be seen by the hiring manager, 4 to 6 will be invited for an interview, 1 to 3 of them will be invited back for final interview, 1 will be offered that job and 80 percent of those receiving an offer will accept it (Talent Function Group LLC).

Be Aware That Even if Your Resume Fits the Job Posting, You May Still Be Rejected

To make matters worse, many of the corporate position descriptions that applicants are reading are poorly written or out of date when they are posted. So even if an applicant did spend the required time to fully read the job posting, they may still end up applying for a job that exists only on paper. So even though an applicant actually meets the written qualifications, they may be later rejected (without their knowledge) because after they applied, the hiring manager finally decided that they actually wanted a significantly different set of qualifications.

Even if You Do Everything Right, the Odds Can Be Less Than 1 Percent

Because of the many roadblocks, bottlenecks, and “knockout factors” that I have highlighted in this article, the overall odds of getting a job at a “best-place-to-work” firm can often be measured in single digits. For example, Deloitte, a top firm in the accounting field, actually brags that it only hires 3.5 percent of its applicants. Google, the firm with a No. 1 employer brand, gets well over 1 million applicants per year, which means that even during its robust hiring periods when it hires 4,000 people a year, your odds of getting hired are an amazingly low 4/10 of 1 percent. Those unfortunately are painfully low “lotto type odds.”

Making a living should not be a lotto. Capitalism is a failure.

Ofer Sharone on Why Self-Blame for Long-Term Unemployment Is Generally Foolish

Interview with Professor Ofer Sharone, PhD on Long-Term Unemployment

The Myth of “Capitalism vs. Socialism” And Critical Thinking


The Myth of Socialism vs. Capitalism

The notion of  “Socialism” vs. “Capitalism” is a manufactured polemical dichotomy. Framing economic issues in terms of false dichotomous categories effectively conceals the actual dynamics of the economy. The purpose of this article is to examine how to step outside the predefined conceptual box and think an issue through critically and independently. Herein I will:

  • Show how to think past conventional pieties, by exposing the notion of “capitalism” to critical thinking skills.
  • Show how to develop critical thinking skills in any area.
  • Show the applicability to Marketing and Customer Service.

Exposing the Myth of Capitalism vs. Socialism

Capitalist Defined: First, let’s define “capitalist.”  A capitalist, strictly speaking. is one who invests in the financial instruments that support a business entity. Realistically speaking, in today’s America, the capitalists are overwhelmingly wealthy interests that hold majority stakes in the large corporations that dominate the economic – and…

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Great Book, Bad Marketing

Adora Myers

I found the White Magic Five and DIme while browsing through eBooks. From the cover art and the description, this one looked like a nice new-age themed chic-lit novel.

It’s not.

It’s nothing at all like that.

Just to be clear: I really enjoyed this book.

Unfortunately, this novel suffers from extraordinarily poor marketing, beginning with the description:

Much to Alanis McLachlan’s surprise, her estranged con-woman mother has left her an inheritance: The White Magic Five & Dime, a shop in tiny Berdache, Arizona. Reluctantly traveling to Berdache to claim her new property, Alanis decides to stay and pick up her mother’s tarot business in an attempt to find out how she died.

With help from a hunky cop and her mother’s live-in teenage apprentice, Alanis begins faking her way through tarot readings in order to win the confidence of her mother’s clients.  But the more she uses the tarot…

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Magical Law Enforcement — VoVatia

As per The Patchwork Girl of Oz, Ozma has banned the practice of magic for everyone in the Land of Oz aside from Glinda and her student, the Wizard of Oz. It’s interesting that this doesn’t include the Good Witch of the North, but I don’t think L. Frank Baum even mentions her after Road. […]

via Magical Law Enforcement — VoVatia

Greyhound Lost My Suitcase


Photo credit: Tafv Sampson

I will be posting about my mother’s funeral soon, but this is the most pressing thing on my mind now, since it’s looking forward, rather than back. I posted this review on Yelp with all the details:

These people lost my luggage. I have filed a claim with Greyhound and filed a police report with IMPD.

When I got off the bus here, the baggage handlers told me to stay back and let them do their jobs.

When I came for my return trip, an African American woman, probably in her 30s or 40s, in glasses and a Greyhound baggage handler uniform saw that I was using a cane. She asked me where I was going (New York City), and escorted me to the front of the line in which I was standing, taking my rolling suitcase to the baggage area. It was in the baggage area when I got on the bus, and not in the baggage area when the bus pulled out. It was not on the bus when I arrived back in New York City. I have tried filing baggage claims in person, online, and over the phone (which involved over twenty minutes on hold). I was told that no lost baggage had been found. I had paid $40 to check the bag since it was ten pounds overweight, and it had my contact information written on a Greyhound tag tied to the handle

I am on unemployment insurance benefits ($139 a week) and live on a homeless shelter that gave me a three-night bereavement pass (August 11th through 14th, service on the 12th) to attend the funeral of my mother in Indianapolis (drawing off my meager savings to do so). That was the last time I ever wore my suit., which I have had for over 22 years, because it and all my ties are in my luggage, as were my shavers, medication, medical device (night splints), grooming supplies (the replacement nail clippers I found at Target are very poor quality), most of my polo and dress shirts, almost all my black socks (the only shoes that I’ve found that fit the shape of my foot (which just broadens the farther away form my heal) are black, so that’s pretty much all I wear. For days I’ve been wearing some brown socks I was given years ago at a soup kitchen), two pairs of black jeans, a bathrobe, slippers etc. The fact that I practically live out of this suitcase means that I lost almost all my necessities as the result of an act of faux courtesy. If no one had intervened, I would have put my suitcase on the coach myself as I had in New York (which even at that got moved around by baggage handlers). Not trusting the shelter to honor my bereavement pass (shelters are the new low income housing in New York, and I’ve learned not to trust staff or administrators, but they did honor it), I took only enough out of my suitcase to put in my suit, bathrobe, and night splints, which I don’t normally keep in my suitcase while it is in my locker, and most of what I took out was clothing I don’t use very much. I am glad the irreplaceable things like my opera manuscript were in my backpack, which I had as a carry-on, and left my sight only briefly during the Philadelphia layover.

I called the Indianapolis bus station from the shelter, and they said they did not find it. I couldn’t get anyone in New York to actually look at a computer and tried to find out where my suitcase had ended up (I definitely recall there being barcodes on the printout, which was adhered to the bag’s right side imagining the back as a human back). I keep pressing them and IMPD and Greyhound to look at the security camera footage to see who was the last to touch my baggage, but their responses gave me no confidence that this would be done. I hope they surprise me.

The ride I booked (which was the only one available at purchase time that would get me back in time for Monday evening curfew, when my bereavement pass expired), which was supposed to transfer to an express bus in Philadelphia, which would skip the New Jersey stops, was late, and those assigned to board that bus were told to remain on it. when I arrived in New York, my suitcase was nowhere to be found. The baggage office staff there was useless. I had to go twice before they had me fill out a paper baggage tracking form. The clerk insisted that my baggage claim ticket was printed in Philadelphia even though it says “13Aug17 10:28p,” over two hours before my ride was scheduled to leave Indianapolis, “14Aug17 12:50a”. He interpreted “CLAIM BAG(S) AT: PHILADELPHIA PA NEW YORK NY” meant that the ticket was printed in Philadelphia. I had difficulty explaining to my friends this foolishness. They couldn’t get their heads around the idea that he wasn’t confirming via computer that my baggage was found in Philadelphia.

I give Greyhound extremely high marks for the trip for New York City to Indianapolis. It was running 45 minutes behind schedule for a while, but managed to pull in at Indianapolis only six minutes late. Having lived in New York for the past fourteen years, this seemed really trivial for such a long trip. The worst thing about it was totally out of Greyhound’s control, an old woman who smelled as though she had defecated in her pants.

Had Greyhound not lost my baggage, the trip would have come in on my projected budget.