Job Hunting...
I've stumbled across my first point of unhappiness here in Jacksonville, and its source is exactly what I expected it to be from the day months ago I decided to move up here: The dreaded Job-Search. By the foul beasts that spew from the bowels of hell itself do I hate that arduous and miserable experience that is known as the job search. Forced to plow through lists of jobs I'm not qualified for, into the realm of "opportunities" that either
a. would drive me insane in it's very presence within days, let alone weeks or months, such as customer service or anything in the food industry
b. pay less than my 15-year old brother deserves, let alone a 24-year old semi-educated quasi-professional as myself
or c. just plain aren't real jobs, like that whole "work from home" pyramid scheme and the mystery of how to actually get a job as a mystery shopper without giving them YOUR money
Frankly, the entire experience sucks, and I'm so bloody tired of selling myself short and getting a sub-par job that I'm going to hate and make barely even a decent living at. Now that I've worked for half a year at a job I really liked as a substitute, it's kinda hard to settle. I will have to though, but I do make these four absolutely NOT lists:
No cash register operation in any way, shape, or form.
No food.
No construction.
No Telemarketing, (or surveying, or fund-raising, or any other wannabee telemarketing).
Is that really so much to ask? I mean honestly, is it? To not want to be a cashier, a waiter, a construction worker, or a telemarketer? I'd even work a job with not that great of a rate for that.
Well, I have five resumes to send to different daycare and private schools in the area today, I posted my resume on Monster and CareerBuilder, I've called up a bunch of places, and I've been in the library for almost 4 hours now doing job searches and so on. I'm so tired of it. It's amazing how looking for a job for half a day can drain you more than a day's work. Still, I have to press on...anyway, I'm out to do walk-in runs around my house, and get a few last supplies for the place that I forgot, like pots, pans, and microwavable stuff.
Pray for me. I hate looking for a job so much, that if I could personify it and meet it on the street, I would murder the very concept with such wild abandon as to instantly horrify and shock every person that knows me. I would give a new meaning to the phrase "Job Hunting"...with a 12-gauge shotgun and four viciously trained dogs. Too bad you can't personify concepts into an incarnate individual...
a. would drive me insane in it's very presence within days, let alone weeks or months, such as customer service or anything in the food industry
b. pay less than my 15-year old brother deserves, let alone a 24-year old semi-educated quasi-professional as myself
or c. just plain aren't real jobs, like that whole "work from home" pyramid scheme and the mystery of how to actually get a job as a mystery shopper without giving them YOUR money
Frankly, the entire experience sucks, and I'm so bloody tired of selling myself short and getting a sub-par job that I'm going to hate and make barely even a decent living at. Now that I've worked for half a year at a job I really liked as a substitute, it's kinda hard to settle. I will have to though, but I do make these four absolutely NOT lists:
No cash register operation in any way, shape, or form.
No food.
No construction.
No Telemarketing, (or surveying, or fund-raising, or any other wannabee telemarketing).
Is that really so much to ask? I mean honestly, is it? To not want to be a cashier, a waiter, a construction worker, or a telemarketer? I'd even work a job with not that great of a rate for that.
Well, I have five resumes to send to different daycare and private schools in the area today, I posted my resume on Monster and CareerBuilder, I've called up a bunch of places, and I've been in the library for almost 4 hours now doing job searches and so on. I'm so tired of it. It's amazing how looking for a job for half a day can drain you more than a day's work. Still, I have to press on...anyway, I'm out to do walk-in runs around my house, and get a few last supplies for the place that I forgot, like pots, pans, and microwavable stuff.
Pray for me. I hate looking for a job so much, that if I could personify it and meet it on the street, I would murder the very concept with such wild abandon as to instantly horrify and shock every person that knows me. I would give a new meaning to the phrase "Job Hunting"...with a 12-gauge shotgun and four viciously trained dogs. Too bad you can't personify concepts into an incarnate individual...