Networking is Not Working

This past week has been nothing but net... working. I've bumped elbows with the rich and famous, and then quickly apologized for bumping elbows with the rich and famous. Well, maybe it was just the rich. You see, I need a day job. Life costs money, and I need to be able to support myself for more than a couple of months. Just a day job, that's all I'm looking for. That way, when people tell me to not quit my day job, I'll have one to not quit. It all makes sense. And you would think that people who know people could connect me with the people that they know, but you would be as stupid as I am. 

I'm a believer (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeaahhhh) in the saying it's not what you know, it's who you know (And it's not what you do, it's who you do...), but what do I know? I could be wrong. When I tell people that I want to be a civil engineer, they believe me because I'm a good liar. They also rack their brains and try to think of anyone that they know who might know civil engineers. I usually get a response similar to this: "You know, (takes a long puff on a cigar) my wife's friend's brother is a contractor. He might be good to talk to." Ok, sure, but does he have an open position I can fill? And also are they any jobs at his company? There comes a point when trying to network does not work. 

The only networking that I like is social networking. You know, Friendster, MySpace, that sort of thing. I don't much care for LinkedIn. It's like the job world right in your hand. Which doesn't make sense to me, because I've never been handed a job. Speaking of hands and jobs, if you know of a way to make money during the winter months, I'd love to hear it. I've considered stealing the presents that parents leave out for their children on Christmas, but it's kind of a niche market and one guy has it covered already. There's got to be a job out there that I can do. Maybe with comedy, writing, or civil engineering. I could be a touring conference entertainer, you know, and bridge the gap between the three. But who knows, maybe I'll wait for something a little more concrete.