Spent some time this evening browsing mycareer.com.au. I guess it was kind of interesting. Maybe interesting is too strong a word. Anyway. I'd forgotten how little tolerance I have for marketing-talk. I mean life is so short. Why do people have to be such wankers?

I mean what do you see when you imagine someone using the phrase "best-of-breed" but a person getting him- or herself off? no? Oh, ok. Well, that's what I see. And it gets tiresome after a few paragraphs. The handful of jobs I saw advertised at in excess of $100,000 all seemed to be based on relationship management - which is to say one way or another being able to influence people with power and/or money. Salaries for directly productive people seem to level out at about $90,000. Creative salaries seem to stop at around $55,000, above which the positions in question tend to devolve into marketing-type schmoozing. Fortunately, once this process is complete the sky is the fiduciary limit.

Oh lord. I don't get paid tremendously much, but I enjoy my work, I don't have to swallow my principles/self-respect/tongue, I'm accorded a degree of professional respect and my evenings are my own. This is probably the closest you'll see me get to admitting I'm happy.