F is for Failure
So I just got an e-mail from Clark County about the Coroner Investigator position I applied for.
"After a careful review of your application, it has been determined that you do not fully meet the minimum employment requirements for this position as outlined on the job announcement. As a result, you have not been selected for further consideration."
I worked so hard on this application to make me sound like a candidate worth at least interviewing. I wanted this one so bad. I don't even understand how I'm not qualified for this. This is such a disappointment because I never saw this one coming. I thought I was qualified. I read the requirements and I met them. I know I would be good at this job. I know it. I may not have the skills that some applicants have but I have passion dammit. Passion that they'll NEVER see because for some stupid reason, I'm not fucking qualified.
You know what? Fuck them. Fuck this whole idea of actually wanting a job because every time I want something too much, it doesn't happen. I wish I could just turn off my emotions, fill out an application, and only care for the duration of the interview. I can get excited when I actually get a fucking job. And at this point, I'm terrified that I won't. I need a full time job and I want something in my field. I have a couple of applications for LA county to put in for so maybe I'll do that today instead of going to class.
That's right, I'm not going. Just, fuck it. I'll get notes tomorrow and maybe go on Wednesday. I look like hell after crying and the idea of being around people right now makes me nauseous right now.
The only good thing about this is that now, there's nothing holding us here after Dane's six month release in July. After that, we're free to go where ever the fuck we want.
I'm going to e-mail Dane and go back to sleep since it's the only place I can actually be an investigator.
"After a careful review of your application, it has been determined that you do not fully meet the minimum employment requirements for this position as outlined on the job announcement. As a result, you have not been selected for further consideration."
I worked so hard on this application to make me sound like a candidate worth at least interviewing. I wanted this one so bad. I don't even understand how I'm not qualified for this. This is such a disappointment because I never saw this one coming. I thought I was qualified. I read the requirements and I met them. I know I would be good at this job. I know it. I may not have the skills that some applicants have but I have passion dammit. Passion that they'll NEVER see because for some stupid reason, I'm not fucking qualified.
You know what? Fuck them. Fuck this whole idea of actually wanting a job because every time I want something too much, it doesn't happen. I wish I could just turn off my emotions, fill out an application, and only care for the duration of the interview. I can get excited when I actually get a fucking job. And at this point, I'm terrified that I won't. I need a full time job and I want something in my field. I have a couple of applications for LA county to put in for so maybe I'll do that today instead of going to class.
That's right, I'm not going. Just, fuck it. I'll get notes tomorrow and maybe go on Wednesday. I look like hell after crying and the idea of being around people right now makes me nauseous right now.
The only good thing about this is that now, there's nothing holding us here after Dane's six month release in July. After that, we're free to go where ever the fuck we want.
I'm going to e-mail Dane and go back to sleep since it's the only place I can actually be an investigator.