Carl Eric Johnson

It has been over a month since I last posted to my blog, and I feel I owe my regular readers a bit of an explanation. I have been fully ensconced in my job search, and it has gone anything but smoothly.

This is the first time in my life that doors have not automatically opened for me, and it is extremely disconcerting. Prior to my current job search, the last time I updated my résumé was way back in 1995, and that was a mere formality as I had already been offered the job in question.

Time and again seemingly ideal positions have come up, and when I submit my credentials I get the standard reply that others more qualified are in consideration. It’s hard to believe that there are so many others out there with my unique collection of skills, but evidently there are. Either that or my résumé is absolutely not presenting me accurately.

Last month I attended a Career Relaunch Forum at Seton Hall University in South Orange, N.J. I drove down the day before to stay with my friend Nick in Passaic. The next morning I got up, took my shower, and had plenty of time to get to the event a half hour early, but when I went to open Nick’s apartment door, the handle would not work. I jiggled the handle and turned the latch for several minutes, all to no avail. I had no choice but to wake up Nick and enlist his help to get out of his apartment.

He had no more luck with his lock than I did. So he called a couple of his neighbors that had keys to his apartment, and one of them came up. We yelled back and forth through the door, but she was not able to unlock the door from the outside, either. Then Nick suggested to me, “You could always use the fire escape.”

My heart leapt up into my throat as I considered the implications of his words. I contemplated whether this was a sign that I shouldn’t attend the Forum. Just as quickly as I thought this, though, I realized that I didn’t want to have driven five hours for nothing. I decided that this was merely a speed bump on the road to my new career, and so I proceeded with the plan at hand.

Dressed in my suit and carrying a mug of coffee and my portfolio and newspaper, I opened his dining room window and crawled out onto the fire escape. I could feel my heart pounding as I looked down the 30 or so feet to the ground. Gingerly I descended the two staircases to get to the bottom level of the fire escape. From there I had to lower a ladder to make it the rest of the way to the ground.

At that point it occurred to me that there was no way I could carry everything I had brought and hold onto the ladder. So I tossed the newspaper and portfolio to the ground, determining that I could carry my coffee cup. (I have my priorities, after all.)

Now my heart was really pounding, because the ladder was absolutely vertical—no reasonable angle whatsoever. Rung by rung I descended, holding on (with one hand) for dear life. I finally reached the pavement below, my heart still pounding wildly. I shoved the ladder back up, picked up my belongings, and got in my car, hands shaking on the steering wheel, and I just sat there. After a few minutes I determined that I was able to drive, so I headed for South Orange. I arrived with no time to spare, but at least I made it.

The Career Relaunch Forum was good, and I made some connections there. (Sadly, in the month since then, none of then has panned out … but I didn’t know that at the time.) After it was over, I drove back to Nick’s place. The locksmith had been able to free him from his prison and installed a new (fully functioning) lock. Both of us decided to celebrate our respective victories by going into New York that evening for drinks and dinner.

We took the train into the city and were then on foot, going from place to place. At one point we were walking down Cornelia Street in the Village, chatting and not paying much attention to our surroundings. The next thing I knew, Nick had tripped and was falling … in super slow motion! His foot got caught on, of all things, a speed bump in the road. He completely lost his balance, and down he went, with me watching helplessly. Once time resumed to normal speed, I checked with him to be sure nothing was broken. He had scraped his elbow, but other than that and a bruised ego, he was all right. We had good laughs the rest of the evening.

This was a perfect metaphor for my job search: yet another speed bump, and this a literal one. One day at a time—that’s the only way I can live these days.

My frustration with the whole job-search process has continued, so much so that this past week I decided to stop looking. That’s right. I have pretty much given up on finding traditional employment. Certainly I will consider any offers that come along, and I plan to keep my résumé on CareerBuilder, Monster, and other popular sites. But I am done banging my head against a wall. Funny thing, the phone has started ringing with headhunters pursuing me. It’s amazing how we often find what we’re looking for once we stop looking so hard. Wish me luck.

So I’ll let them find me. I am a highly qualified professional, and any organization would benefit tremendously by hiring me. That is not narcissism, it is simply the truth.

Meanwhile, I have decided to capitalize on skills that I already possess in websites and Internet marketing. I have several opt-in pages on the ’Net, and I am polling my subscribers to learn what they would like to receive from me: training videos, downloadable PDF’s, physical products, whatever. I’m partnering with other Internet marketers, so stay tuned. As I develop the niches I’m marketing to, I’ll let all of you know.

One way or another, my skills and talents will pay off. My goal is and always has been to leave this world a better place for my having been here. Let me know how I can help you.