After Billboard laid me off in March 2009, I searched for a job for 11 months—until the Census Bureau offered me respite for seven months. That came to an end last Friday. Now what?
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Is there light at the end of the career tunnel? Maybe Mother Mary knows.
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Or another long, dark, twisted brain fuck through the unemployment mineshaft?
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