First, let me tell you that I am amazed that four days have gone by and I haven’t typed a single
entry.
Second, let me tell you that this will probably be my foulest entry, so if
you don’t want to read profane dialogue then you will want to check out
something else (might I suggest http://www.disney.com).
In this little escapade that I am going through right now (rhymes with
duminployment) the one day that sucks the most is Mondays. Actually, the only
really good days that don’t just plain suck are Saturdays and Sundays because
they are days where one would ordinarily be home and not working. Mondays are
like the cold splash of reality that just scream at you, “Hey, jobless fuck, you
have nothing better to do today then try and find a job!”
Needless to say at the moment I have a very deep loathing for Mondays. There
is a basic level of bitter hatred for the other week days as well, but Mondays
are the ones that hurt the most. As a matter of fact I sit here day in and day
out trying to convince myself that the bubble will soon burst, I will stop
walking through the rain drops and I’m about to strike gold. There is only so
long that you can be your own cheerleader before you just want to toss in the
towel, put on some comfortable and loose fitting clothing, get in the fetal
position on the couch and watch your favorite DVD’s all day. I haven’t hit that
point yet (hit hard stress on the yet).
Your Resume Is Under Review…
Another thing that gets stuck in my craw is the kind of response that you get
when you send out resumes en masse. They come via email, they come via little
flimsy post cards, sometimes they even come in a full fledged letter. So
incredibly courteous while being phenomenally impersonal.
An interesting aspect of these fabulous bits of paper is the fantastic
prospect that even if I don’t actually get an interview for this position my
resume is going to be on file for the next six months! Woo-hoo! Somewhere out of
nowhere one of these guardian angels hidden in the form of a corporation are
going to swoop in out of nowhere and offer me a job when I don’t even suspect
it! If you believe that will happen I’ve got a great stock opportunity for you
(actually I do, you can read about it in older entries but… ah hell… never
mind).
I’m sure that someone, somewhere preaching politically correct, touchy feely,
give ’em a sense of closure rhetoric is the one that came up with the whole
concept of these mailers. I’m sure there was some type of well meaning behind it
all but being on the receiving end of one of these things is just another subtle
reminder of the fact that the resume was received but odds are you aren’t
getting a phone call and this crappy little scrap of paper is all that you are
going to get after expressing your interest in the position they have
listed.
I really hope this isn’t going to be the tone of our regular Monday entries.
If so I probably would avoid reading them myself on Mondays.
-WW