This one's for Mungular in particular, but for also for the rest of the writers here (that's everyone I suppose), employed or not.
God don't you wish you could just disappear to a semi-tropical island, with or without your family or boyfriend/girlfriend (depending on the state of things), take a shitload of books and all those New Yorker magazines you never have time to read, your laptop (so you can stay in touch with OS), and plunk yourself down on a pristine beach?
There you’d lounge, looking out at the lapping waters, watching suntanned wind-surfers and snorklers, lifting your head to the occasional seagull…
Maybe you’d doze a bit, thinking about all those suckers in the frigid northeast U.S., all those folks trudging through a day looking at the same old McDonald’s and Taco Bells, the same old gray buildings, going to jobs where they’re under-paid and under-appreciated, or worse, trudging that same path, looking for work now that the policies of the U.S. president have come to full fruition. I mean sometimes don’t you just want to get away from the U.S. and go somewhere the mood is not so heavy and dark?
The only problem is how to make money? The only thing you really like to do is blog. How does someone do that, and make a living at it? Seems just impossible.
Job posting - spotted in the January 14, 2008 NYT. Application deadline: Feb 22.
Heading: "Temp Job In Paradise Pays $100,000"
Here’s the website: http://islandreefjob.com/
Here’s the article where I found the listing:
Essentially heading over to Hamilton Island off Australia and lounging around in the sun, swimming some, drinking, going to bars, hanging in a hammock, reading every morning with your coffee in hand, fresh papaya juice on the wicker table. Probably some sex if you’re inclined.
Requirements: stroll beaches, swim in pool, and write about it. Don’t know if health insurance is included. Who the hell cares?