Craigslist SVU

I, like everyone else with a pulse and empty wallet, am cruising craigslist for that great paying, local job that somehow passed by those more qualified than I. So far, not so good.

As of late, I’ve been applying to many not even close to my qualifications, but perhaps, just maybe, I’m first in line for a job they haven’t considered needing yet. It’s a reach, but I’ve got plenty of time and nothing to lose. Or so I thought. 

I recently replied to a craigslist ad for a graphic designer. No can do, but I asked if they’d like a writer to go along with that designer, and low and behold, I got a hit! Ego boosting and hopeful yet again, I plan for the interview.

But Husband watches way, way too much tv and is convinced I’ll be tied, bound, mutilated never to be heard from again. The thought of driving kids and flying solo with two teenage girls, one moody pre-teen and The Boy is too much for him. He suggests I meet at a mutual location so perhaps I’ll make it back for Scouts.

I’m not a moron. I did my homework. This is a real shop, real creative director with real clients and a substantial history. I research the firm, clients, location, and am more than confident this is not a set up in the least. See ya.

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The building is a nightmare. The entrance is blocked off with caution tape, the stairs just plain ol’ nasty, garbage, unpainted sheetrock, exposed lightbulbs and a long hall of doorways with nothing but sticky notes marking the suite numbers. And it smells. Think Alice in Ghettoland.

I hate it when he’s right. Husband. Shit. This is a set up and rather than be scared, I’m pissed. Really, really pissed.

Okay, so maybe I am a bit of a moron, because now I want to let creative dude know exactly what he’s dealing with and he will not get the better of me. Ignoring the pit-tingling, hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck caution signs, I open Post-in Note #215 . . . dumb dumb dumb.

But it’s gorgeous. A beautiful Manhattanesque office suite teeming with employees and black leather and iMacs and funky art and real people. Seems the complex had a fire a ways back and tenants are struggling with the condo association to fix the building, although the individual suites have all been rebuilt, obviously better than ever.

So this time, all’s good in the craigslist world. But I do realize that made-for-TV originated somewhere, and will take more precautions to make sure it’s not with me.


  1. Be careful with this stuff, thankfully your husband was not right...this time

  2. On-Ramper you said something that resonated with me -- you didn't take for granted that you did not have the qualifications they needed when posting the ad, but you stepped out and let them know what you could do and they ran with it. In this market taking those types of risk is not only necessary, but essential. Way to go.

  3. I just wanted to pop in here - I have such a love-hate relationship with Craigslist. It is hard to find the legitimate work at home jobs there with all the scams all over the place. However, I thought I'd let you (and everyone else) on a little tip I discovered. If you do a search for "freelance" instead of the words "work at home" you won't turn up as many scams.