Kitty Martini is a prolific writer, entrepreneur stand-up comedian and an expert on being fired. Before becoming a full time freelance writer, Martini has been hired, fired and downsized numerous times. To “recession proof” herself, Martini developed and sold four successful businesses. Martini has contributed articles to a variety of magazines including New York Magazine, Cosmopolitan and Penthouse. She is the author of two humor books; ‘The Trouble With Men’ and ‘Goatina Goes to New York’, illustrated by syndicated cartoonist, Rina Piccolo. Martini performs stand-up comedy in clubs nationwide and special events joking about how she survives the game of being downsized.
Candice Reed’s writing career has spanned over 20 years. Before her career in journalism, she lost jobs as an insurance salesperson, a funeral director, a singing/dancing waitress and a weight-loss counselor. Currently, she is a freelance travel journalist, creates blogs for credit unions, dabbles in copywriting and speechwriting, and has her own successful public relations firm, ‘Communication Culture.’ Reed has also been a ghostwriter for a former president, which she really can’t talk about.
Reed has published more than 5000 business features, personal essays and travel articles in newspapers and magazines including; The New York Times, The Los Angeles Times, The San Diego Union Tribune and the Christian Science Monitor. Reed lives in the hills of San Diego with her husband Ralph who operates their successful Bed&Breakfast, the Reed Ranchero.
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jobs4yourfiredass // June 5, 2008 at 11:01 pm |
Enjoy this blog and please leave us your favorite summer job memories!
Bill // June 8, 2008 at 6:26 pm |
Xmas Eve I lost my job. A brand new Toys R Us store let a bunch of us go, the season being over so were our jobs. Rather than notifying us before hand our services would no longer be needed, management waited until Xmas Eve for the blood letting. Up to the last day we came to work, daring to hope that surely you, not me, would get fired. The modus operendi on Xmas Eve was to call the doomed employee’s name over the store’s speaker system: “Joe/Jane Blow, come to the office.” Through the late afternoon the newly fired cried in the aisles, cursed management and their luck; the rest of us left hanging, resorted to gallows humor. It was a downer, man, but I was feeling pretty good, my name hadn’t been called. Yet. Not to worry, a little before closing it happened. Ho, ho, ho.
Lori // June 10, 2008 at 1:17 am |
My best summer job happened right out of high school. The international exchange program I had worked for during high school, had a regional office in Seattle, WA that needed reorganizing. I am type A and I had worked for for a very organized director in California, so the head quarters in Michigan tracked me down and asked me to go to Seattle to organize the regional office there. They flew me to Seattle, put me up in a hotel within walking distance to the work site and the Seattle Center. I had a food allowance that I never got close to spending, a Kelly girl to do whatever I needed done and a very humble and sweet regional director to work with. It was quite a trip being 18 years-old and organizing a 40+ year-old woman.
martin // January 22, 2009 at 1:39 am |
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