November 20th, 2002
|10:09 am - Parents|
[10:02] Mom: OK, I was going to suggest that you "pound the pavement", looking for a job. Going to various hospitals, banks, large companies, etc
Of course I can't say what I want to say because that would be. "The thing i'm most likely to pound the pavement with is my head."
I think i'm cursed. My parents and friends are probably convinced that i'm not trying to get a job.
And it makes me pissed off. Cause I am. I apply to like 5-10 jobs a week.
Some online. some fax. some mailed in. I'm nervous about walking into some place and tracking down the HR department to ask for a job that isn't posted or such.
And the fact that i've been applying for all theese jobs over the past 6 months.
How many interviews have I gotten?
And I never heard back from them.
So it depresses me even more.
Seen it said that I have to move to where the jobs are. I can't even seam to find them.
I've applied to a couple jobs out west. I've looked elsewhere.
I get no response. Its a work in frustration.
Current Mood: frustrated
Unemployed for over a year.
And I sent out something like 75-100 resumes on monday.
Every monday, really, except for when I was sick.
So it's not just you.
I hate that people treat you and me and everybody else aboard the HMS Misery Loves Company with us, that we're just not looking hard enough.
That is so discouraging and disrespectful and otherwise disgusting and disenchanting and you get the idea.