Boogie avec le Marquis le Marquis’ Intimate Diary

MONDAY, 27 NOVEMBER, 2000, NEW ORLEANS
Ungh! <— “Portrait of a Marquis in the Throes of a Job Search.”

If you have been reading me for any amount of time, you may have come to count on me to be chipper and weird and rock n’ roll and insane and creative and witty and bright.

I’m here to tell you those days are over, bay-bee.

Job search has finally begun. And this task, like all cold, heartless, bureaucratic tasks we encounter in this little life, hassles my buzz considerably.

I have always been a great upholder of Nepotism. My best jobs have been ones acquired through, or working for, friends. Likewise, friends that I have taken on as co-workers, etc., have without exception helped create the most creative, lucrative and energetic work atmospheres.

In light of this, I send out a Public Plea to my many readers: MARQUIS FOR HIRE!!!

Anyone in the New Orleans area looking for an exceptionally talented web designer/programmer/master/admin/etc., or graphic designer, or writer, or copyeditor, or sexual prostitute (I love you long-time!), you are hereby urged to let me know.

And be quick about it. Don’t make me start sacrificing goats and other neighbourhood pets to obscure demonic gods.

Or for those (most) people not in the area, I remind you that telecommuting is a viable option these days, and I come equipped with DSL and a kick-ass system in my home.

I won’t go on and on about it. Just tossing my little line into the ocean.

Back to the salt mines.

Check out the Marquis’ Crush o’ the week!

Dumb joke for today: Japan has sent the U.S. 50,000,000 cases of Viagra. They heard that our entire country is having trouble getting an election.
Today’s entry was brought to you by the letter ‘N’

N is for Neville who died of ennui