Do you want to know how to spoil a Saturday? Well let me tell you!
Wake up after a much needed night of deep, peaceful rest, check your e-mail and read another rejection letter. It was very nice and wishes me "luck on my endeavors" just like every other good rejection, but still. Why send it on a Saturday morning?
I went back through my calendar and confirmed that I've had 9 in person interviews and 8 rejections. I just interviewed with the 9th yesterday, so here's holding onto hope that I'll finally get that elusive second interview! It's like I'm Elmer Fudd hunting wascilly wabbits or something!
I do have another interview on Tuesday with a REALLY great, solid company. Unfortunately it's a two-hour, four person interview, so yeah ... there's that to deal with ...
I'll pull out an oldie but goody cliche: what doesn't kill me makes me stronger, right? If that's the case, I'm like the SHE HULK right now! With each rejection I've received, more strength (and mistrust) develops. This She Hulk character is almost a perfect depiction of me. Just imagine she has red hair, a chubbier waist and her confidence is lying in a puddle around her feet ...
"You don't want to frustrate me ... you wouldn't like me when I'm frustrated ..."
Happy Friday, friends! Hey, did you realize that EVERY day is Friday when you're unemployed?! Remember that when you're posting "Whoo hoo! It's Friday!" messages on Facebook. If you love Friday that much, you could have it every day, like me!! :)
I've officially been unemployed for three months. It's crazy to me because I've been working since I was 15 and the only time I haven't worked was that semester I went away to CMSU. Go Mules!
Ah, the salad days ... Wednesday night happy hours at the Mule Skinner led to Thursday morning hangovers in Mass Communication class; locking myself in my dorm room to stay away from the East St. Louis bitches who were threatening to throw me and my roommate out our window; hooking up with some guy at a frat party - all while making the honor roll. Gotta love college life! (SCREECH!) Back to reality ...
Being unemployed puts your life in perspective, for sure. I realize how much emphasis I've put on my education and career. I've defined myself by my job title and in the scheme of life, my title means nothing. I'm still soul searching to figure out what's REALLY important to me. I'll let you know when I get closer to figuring it out. :)
To catch you all up, I've had 16 interviews, either in person or over the phone. 16! How can anyone bomb that many interviews?! What. The. Fuck!? OK, to give myself credit, I didn't bomb all of them. Some of them I didn't want, others I'm really not sure what happened and others I'm still hoping to hear back.
I've learned throughout this process that you can't trust what people tell you. I've been told that the next process was a second interview to then find out that they hired someone right after me (this happened twice). I've been asked to interview and then had the interview canceled on me less than 24 hours later. I've been told that they will make a decision in two weeks to find out that they still haven't made a decision a month later. Mostly, I've been ignored. People are rude.
To make this process more exciting, I think I'm going to start a drinking game. Each time someone asks to speak with me, I drink. Each time someone asks to interview me, two drinks. Each time I actually interview, three drinks. If I ever get called back for a second interview, that bottle is gone! Once I get a job offer, drinks on me for everyone! OK, maybe that's a stretch, but it sounds like fun, right? Who's in?!
OK, I'm bored with all of this unemployment talk. Time to play Candy Crush.
Peace out!
