When Virgil led Dante through the depths of hell, I'm pretty sure he forgot to mention that part about Job Hunting.
Sweet fucking zombie jesus, I hate looking for work.
At times I think it would be less painful to break off a rectal thermometer in my own ass.
And another thing, all those fucking applications you have to fill out.
"Hi I saw you were hiring, I brought in my resume and a few reference letters. These detail my work history and show my qualifications."
"Well, just fill out this application and I'll be right with you."
"Yes, but, all this information is in my resume."
"Well, I can only read something if it's written in tiny cramped handwriting in these stupid fucking boxes."
And then I have to act like I'm really fucking excited about the opportunity to make submarine sandwiches
or serve chai tea to some condescending fuck at 8 in the morning, just so maybe MAYBE my desperate little application will be picked over the other sixteen college graduates applying for the same horse shit job.
"What do I feel like I would bring to the company?!"
Gee, I don't know, maybe my friendly way with people. Fuck you. Even if I wear a stupid paper hat and an asshole customer service smile for 40 hours a week, I still have to get a second job just so I can pay the rent AND eat.
And Even if it is "ONLY FOR A LITTLE WHILE", I swear to gods above and below, if another smarmy, self righteous prick in a nametag and moustache who makes a whopping $2.25 more than me tries to give me a pep talk about my work ethic attitudes and/or demands to "see more of my potential", the last little shining bit of my soul will break off and die, and a whole lot of people will be "seeing more of my potential" being power hosed off the sidewalk under the nearest fucking clock tower.
In closing, I hate NOT working even more than looking for work. God gimme strength.
Sweet fucking zombie jesus, I hate looking for work.
At times I think it would be less painful to break off a rectal thermometer in my own ass.
And another thing, all those fucking applications you have to fill out.
"Hi I saw you were hiring, I brought in my resume and a few reference letters. These detail my work history and show my qualifications."
"Well, just fill out this application and I'll be right with you."
"Yes, but, all this information is in my resume."
"Well, I can only read something if it's written in tiny cramped handwriting in these stupid fucking boxes."
And then I have to act like I'm really fucking excited about the opportunity to make submarine sandwiches
or serve chai tea to some condescending fuck at 8 in the morning, just so maybe MAYBE my desperate little application will be picked over the other sixteen college graduates applying for the same horse shit job.
"What do I feel like I would bring to the company?!"
Gee, I don't know, maybe my friendly way with people. Fuck you. Even if I wear a stupid paper hat and an asshole customer service smile for 40 hours a week, I still have to get a second job just so I can pay the rent AND eat.
And Even if it is "ONLY FOR A LITTLE WHILE", I swear to gods above and below, if another smarmy, self righteous prick in a nametag and moustache who makes a whopping $2.25 more than me tries to give me a pep talk about my work ethic attitudes and/or demands to "see more of my potential", the last little shining bit of my soul will break off and die, and a whole lot of people will be "seeing more of my potential" being power hosed off the sidewalk under the nearest fucking clock tower.
In closing, I hate NOT working even more than looking for work. God gimme strength.
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*ahem
So what do we do now?
you need to get out there & talk & make friends!
go on! *shooo!*
love maggie
ps. dont forget to wash your hands