Fishing for jobs

Fischlipps just left familiar waters because she feels like there must be bigger, more satisfying fish to cook. Anyone out there have a line on one? No, I don't think it's possible to earn a living doling out bad puns like the one above...at least not for long!

What I'm looking for is something that will utilize my writing and editing skills and/or my ability to build and maintain strong relationships, both personal and professional (because I don't think that the two can be separate, if one's an honest type).

I love working in the non-profit sector, and have experience as a Major Gift Officer. What I would like best would be to work with either an animal or an environmental cause.

Any ideas?? Thank you!

On why people like their jobs...

I was driving home from the Arboretum with Savannah when I saw a woman hailing a cab. She was smiling and waving, and it occurred to me that so few of us have the chance to have people do that to us as we approach our work! Sure, the hours can be awful, the pay's not so good and you get the occasional grouch, but most of your riders are going to be truly grateful that you stopped for them. See? There's a good side to almost anything. Why do you like your job?

Been a long time...

Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time, as the song goes! What's interesting to you, though, aren't the whys and wherefors of that time, but what I was--or wasn't--reading throughout.

I'm one of those people who reads before hitting the hay. I can go to sleep without those few, precious paragraphs (yes, that's often all I have the energy for...but it sure does make a good book last!), but I don't like to. Suddenly though, I found myself unable to read at all. I was so distracted by all the emotion I was dealing with, that I couldn't deal with anyone else's issues: their love, hate, joy or fears. I was overflowing with my own. But I missed my bedtime habit...ok, I was missing a few bedtime habits, but reading was the only one over which I had any control!

Finally I found an author whose writing didn't agitate me in any way, but with his outrageous humor and spot-on ability to sum up a emotionally stoked situation with the turn of one, pithy phrase: Carl Hiaasen. Thank you, Carl!!!

Hiaasen writes the richest and most disrespectful satire I've ever read. His dialogue is at the same time, lean and overblown. His stories are subtle environmental lessons and robust romps through the swamps and swimming pools of southern Florida, and are chock full of characters who range from the most mundane to the creepily eccentric. Weaving that combo together could be dangerous, but this guy does it so flawlessly that it might take your breath away.

No matter whether you're in the midst of the biggest, most wracking emotional upheaval of your life, or are just looking for a little (literary) fun before you hit the sack, anything by this smart, funny, marvelous author will fill the bill. Just be sure you're willing to become addicted.