Another self-taught, crash-course, in the BS of jobhunting
Ah, the sweet smell of... hoop jumping, ass kissing, comform-or-die-ism sweat production more commonly known as job hunting.
Not a career, just a job. I have no potential career. I'm too much of a drifter who has too little respect for the power-hungry scheme known as the american dollar. I would be perfectly happy trading services rendered to my community for a piece of property, a tent, and a laptop with dsl connection. but the world does not work this way! at least, not anywhere "civilized" by "forward-moving" western ideals!
so, after a day of dreaming i could move west into a home of my own, i jumped on the net on saturday and returned to the brain-pounding routine of updating my resume, polishing my cover letters, rushing my poor, oft-abused printer, and hooking up the fax machine. in the process of all of this, i found what i think would be the perfect job for my five-years-younger self. i say *younger* because back before i went to school, this was my dream job. over the past five years, i have become much more familiar with the workings of the area that this job is in, have made myself sick with worry over trying to balance the hypocracies and idiocyncracies of this particular field. and after much soul searching have determined that i'll apply anyway. it's a long drawn out process, this application, and very good odds that i'll not get the job even if they do select my resume for the stack of potentials who'll have to go through the testing required. if i make it to the testing, i'll consider myself privledged. if i get the job... i'll probably have a heartattack. but that didn't keep me from perfecting my resume for the specifications required for that particular human resources department!! it is now as impressive and concise as i can manage! and, shock of shocks, i'm actually happy with it.
so tomorrow i will get dressed up and purty and will toodle my little self to the county seat to submit my application proudly.
then i'll beam myself back to reality and go get a blood test to see if i can stop taking the extra thyroid meds before i lose insurence coverage. along the way i'll dump three other resumes in to the mailbox so they can rush off to their individual employers mailboxes.
ah, life.
off to go enjoy a brainless two hours in front of the TV watching kiefer sutherland and sean astin. YEA!
TTFN
von
terminally unemployed