Did He Use the R Word?

Time to buckle down. My savings is dwindling, it's April 15, and I am hoping for The Fed to step in and save my inheritance; well TARP or the New York Lottery ($109 million?!??!?!). I definitely have a better shot at winning the lottery than relying on any government agency.

I am trying to find a job at a time when landing a job is a far greater feat than finding Jimmy Hoffa. And finding a job within publishing? A move to the financial sector would probably be a better career choice!

My eyes feel like they are bleeding as I search Mediabistro and Monster. After digging through STUFF in my apartment, I find my business card holder. SCORE!! Why am I excited? Here I am sitting on my living room floor, various versions of my resume and cover letter scattered everywhere. Another unfortunate soul added to the unbelievable number of unemployed New Yorkers. "Yea, good luck Frankie," I say to myself sarcastically.

Picking up my phone to ring my first and most helpful recruiter, I am shocked as it rings. No name, though a familiar number, though not sure who it...hmmm...oh what the hell; I'm bored.

"Hello?", I said

"Hey Sexy, how have you been?", said the unmistakable voice of Adam

I giggled a bit, "I am...", I thought about it for a minute, "I am OK; hanging in there.", I responded. "Yes, tough times right now", he added. We chatted for about 20 minutes, which was strange considering our history.

Adam finally asked, "Frankie, I just returned from tour in Europe; would you mind if I came over?"

"Adam, I am not really in the mood." I had to admit, I was so, very, VERY sexually frustrated that the PETA people were going to be on my tail citing animal cruelty against my Rabbit. Though, Adam no longer did it for me. Sure, you can never truly know if a partner is telling the truth about their history however, having received an invitation to the bacchanalia changed my entire opinion regarding sex with Adam.

"Well, Frankie", he began, "I wanted to discuss something. You are so easy to talk to and great to hang out with and I was wondering if you would...possibly...considering trying to move our relationship to another level?"

Adam never ceases to amaze me. Is he for real? "Are you for real?", I asked without thinking. I sounded like a complete asshole.

"What? Oh, thanks, Frankie, that was kind of shitty", he said, sounding hurt.

"I apologize, I did not mean to say it the way it sounded. I am flattered, Adam, really, though I can never look at you as anything other than (this would be the perfect moment to save myself from that last emasculating jab)...my great lover who always came through and delivered in my time of need."

"Well, fine that will do," he said, "And uh, perhaps you have some single friends?"

"EWWWWW, you are gross; we are not into sloppy seconds 'round here," I replied, while laughing. We ended our conversation, still as friends, though definitely no longer lovers.

Finally, I picked up the phone and contacted the recruiter. She was pleasantly surprised to hear from me and sympathetic for my current situation.

"Linda, I will even take something in finance, I don't need to return to publishing just yet," I informed the perky little woman on the other end.

"So strange, though great news! RD Capital Partners has an opening for an executive assistant; one of their girls is taking maternity leave--this could turn into a permanent position and great pay--$25/hour! What do you say? They always ask if you are on the market again and absolutely love you!"

I worked for the firm a few years ago while on the job hunt before I landed my last position. What a great team to work with each day; I was in! "Linda, I would love to!"

Sorry Adam, seems like some of us are gettin' lucky today!--Frankie