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Ivano Massari

Ivano Massari, Author of Sirion
After 16 years of teaching in primary and high schools and at North West University in South Africa, I was fortunate enough to be able to fulfill a lifelong dream when I joined READ Educational Trust as a writer-editor. In 2010 I immigrated to Ireland with my wife and daughter to take up a position as Instructional Designer to the Yahoo/Microsoft Search Alliance Project, after which I worked for different companies as a Learning / Instructional Designer and Technical Writer.

I have always had a great love for history, warfare, theology, fantasy and language and have sought to combine these with my other great love—that of writing. The result is my first fantasy novel, Sirion. I have been extremely fortunate in being able to have my wife provide all the illustrations for my book. It was a joyful experience watching her bring the characters and the world, which existed only in words, to life with her extraordinary talent.

I hope that readers enjoy their journey through Mendleburg.


                   Other Novels 2013
Congratulations to Ivano for being in the 2013 Preditors and Editors top ten in Other Novels Category for Memoirs of a Jobseeker.

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Memoirs of a Jobseeker by Ivano Massari

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Memoirs of a Jobseeker by Ivano Massari

When Ian Mason’s contract with Snapper Search, Inc. in Dublin, Ireland is not renewed, he embarks on a journey of desperate job seeking that carries him across the Emerald Isle and beyond. His search for a job and for security for his family becomes a journey of self-discovery and increased faith as he is forced to call upon all his faculties and strength of will to stay the course and retain his sanity while groping his way to a new job in the foggy unreality of the twilight zone world of the jobseeker.

Word Count: 12300
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Memoirs of a Jobseeker

The Dark Clouds Appear

“So you see, Ian, we won’t be able to renew your contract.” There was an awkward pause on the other end of the line, and since I had recently been retrenched I felt no need to relieve it.

“You’ve done a great job, Ian,” the voice continued kindly, “and we really are sorry to let you go, but I’m sure that with your experience and our excellent references you’ll find another job soon.” There was another awkward pause and then the voice said tentatively, “Well so long, Ian Mason. If there is anything I can do to help, let me know. Bye!”

I put the phone down and stared at my computer screen. My desk occupied a central position on the first floor at Snapper Search, Inc. in Dublin’s South Side Business Park. The office was, as usual, resonant with the sounds of virtual life. Salesmen, phones in hand, flattered and cajoled, secretaries chattered inanely and search engine optimisers optimised as best they could while bawling directives at each other. I sat in the midst of this joyous, noisy scene oblivious to it all. A cold icy hand of fear had closed around my heart, making it difficult for me to breathe.

“You too, eh, Ian?”

I turned towards the voice. Serena Hammond, Snapper Search, Inc.’s Temporary Vice-Senior Training Team Leader, stood at my desk. She smiled seductively and brushed her silky brown hair back over her forehead, releasing a rain of dandruff that parachuted around my feet.

“Excuse me?”

“We all got the sack, honey,” she drawled in a fake Texan twang. Serena had lived in the Lone Star State while taking a course in Business Psychology. She had not really been sure what the course was about when she signed on, but it looked like the kind of course one would take in order to get on in the business world; like Business English or Business Maths or such like. The course lasted 32 weeks, but Serena lasted only four. Still it looked good on her CV, and she put on the Texan drawl act to remind everyone that she had once lived in the New World. The act was pretty good and one could see through it only when her Limerick accent peeped through, on those occasions when she got drunk—not more than once or twice every weekend.

“Ah, shucks, Ian” she said. “You’re not the only one not to have his contract renewed. None of the Training Team has had theirs renewed.”

I must have looked stunned because she leaned over my desk, put her face close to mine and said wisely, “Recession!”

“Yes of course,” I said, trying to sound as wise and worldly as Serena; not letting her know I knew that she knew the real reason was the unfathomable and bungled decision made by someone in management in some office somewhere, that had affected our lives.

“How are the others taking it?” I asked, not really caring, but trying to get her to move on to another subject and maybe move off my desk at the same time.

“Oh, very well, really,” she said thoughtlessly, and then after thinking about it for a second she said, “Quite well, actually. Yes, quite well.”

Her face went blank and I thought to myself: Am I the only one that’s worried? I smiled at Serena. “Well, time to start job hunting I suppose.”

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