Friday, April 10, 2009

Dear Job Search Sites,

When I signed up for your services, I was under the impression that you would not only find me some sweet jobs in my field, but that you might also offer me some related jobs and hopefully land me one in the same.
Had I known that I would be receiving all sorts of emails every day, offering me jobs in India and fraudulent 'work from home' opportunities, I really wouldn't have wasted my time.
In short, I and many others out there in unemployment land are qualified, ready, willing and able to jump behind the plow and earn for companies and employers that are searching for us and sort consider it an insult that you're not doing your job as it was intended.
It's like a matchmaker who is supposed to find me the ideal woman and in turn only gives me the best salsa recipe I've ever had.
I'm disappointed in all of you and you should all hang your heads in shame. I see the same jobs stay on your sites after they've been filled, I see the same jobs between all of you that all won't respond when I've applied to them.
I know that I'm good enough for them, I'd just like to read that the position is filled, or that someone fresh out of college will work for less. At least then, I would have a bit more faith in all of you.
To that end, I pose a suggestion to all of you.
IF you were to liberally coat one of your hands with Vaseline and with your free hand direct your outtie organs from your waist to the opening at just about the same height in the back, after you've greased it up with said Vaseline, I would greatly appreciate it.
I've been working the system long enough and HATE that I have to rely on Social programs to live. I consider it a smack in the face that your companies receive money for the ads along the borders of the pages that I click through and literally pray that I'll apply to something that will grant me enough money to pay for this month's rent and hopefully a little something to distract my children from the fact that as qualified as I am, I can't seem to get employed. No matter the number of applications and follow ups that I do.
I may have to become a soldier again and give up my pen and it breaks my heart. I have more to offer my children and the world than a ready rifle in a weaver stance and a body to throw on the pile fighting a war based on misguided principles, shoddy intelligence and political gains.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009


Well, I've still been scratching and clawing at making things work for me and trying to get me to be able to work for someone else.
I recently had some opportunities to brush off the old designing cobwebs and do some design work.
Started small, with a card for a baby shower for some friends, and then a logo for a production company for another friend, then all of sudden, I'm busy for a few days designing logos for a landscaping company, then for an insurance company, and hopefully more logos get to come my way soon!
It's be nice if I could make a living out of designing logos from the comfort of my home and get paid well for it!
On any other front besides the job front though, I'm falling short. I spend a lot of days in my city walking at the park, or downtown, or just in my apartment talking to people on line as I look for more work. Thumbs down.
I'm ignored by Keri constantly, I got to see Matt for the first time in three months two weeks ago and haven't spoken to him since.
I'm slowly getting depressed, but I can't give up hope. I can only regain momentum and energy and reach higher instead of getting down.
It sucks really bad, but what can I do but try higher?

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Unlucky at Labor.

The month has not been kind to me.
I've been rejected from jobs that I am indeed over qualified for, for jobs that I am under qualified for, and for the jobs where I meet the qualifications, no notice at all.
Let me just say that the business world is full of people that are not only unprofessional, but also downright mean and liars.
I've not been accepted to one job which would have not only paid me well, but would have also made me feel like I would have been making a difference in the world. Why? Because the last job that I had, the one which laid me off and told me on my way out the door that they would gladly give me a reference and anything else that I'd needed to get another job, don't hesitate to ask, never gave me a reference, even though I'd asked. Several times. A job which I'd had in Georgia? The President, the slovenly overweight and sexually harassing degenerate who brought me to a point in my life where I would consider going over the desk at another human being rather than keeping my composure, a man who I'd saved time and time again with technical trouble shooting, standing in the way when he'd yell at my boss for mistakes she'd make, and a guy who'd told me that whatever I needed, don't hesitate to ask, not only wouldn't give me a reference, but when I got the weasel on the phone, he told me he'd had a conference call and could I please call him back later. Which put me to voicemail as soon as I did.
A security job, which my military experience puts me as a shoe in for, was not given to me, because the company that was offering me the job, lost four or five big contracts and had to lay off seventy five percent of its work force.
The applications that I've been putting in, everywhere, are going unanswered.
I know that my unemployment benefits will run out soon. What then?
I'm an ex soldier, a college graduate, an accomplished graphic designer, and a very hard worker. So, where can I get a job that I haven't already applied for?
I need something to fall from the sky at this point.
I'm sure a lot of people do as well.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Updating the Jobs Searchings

Well, a New Year brings about new opportunities and frankly, a new outlook on the future. As far as the job searching goes, its coming down to the wire. Seriously.
I've applied for all manner of social programs and am waiting to hear back on food stamps, health care and fuel assistance.
I'm having to restrain myself when I'd like to snack on whatever I have in the house, because I'm really not sure when I'll be able to go grocery shopping again. That in mind, I have to feed my daughter when she comes each weekend, so she's a bit more important than me when she gets here. I'm trying to be stronger as this new year starts up and its rough. I'd like to ask everyone for help and see who helps, but I just can;t bring myself to do it. I talked with Keri a while back and she had asked if I had food.
I was happy that she voiced her concern, it showed me that she cared about me on some level, but I just wasn't really too comfortable with trying to prove to her that I could take care of myself and all it took was her help. Plus, I had enough food and was planning steadily and rationing it all.
A few weeks later, even though I can't foresee making it through more than three days with the amount of food that I have in the house, I still wouldn't tell her that I'm down on my luck. It's not that I want to mislead her, or that I want her pity. I love her, I just can't see taking her help when I'm sure that she's facing hard times as well.

The job situation is looking promising and going slow as it does. I've interviewed with two potential places and was offered a second interview with one of them. The first is a security firm that was interesting and I loved it. I would like to work for them, i just have to follow up once a week and let them know that I'm still interested in the position, then maybe I might get a job with them.

The second job was at a residential treatment facility for teens. Sounds great for my pocket and great for my soul too. I have a second interview and am pretty excited about it and its near the house too, which makes it a lot more exciting.

Of course, having only a few bucks in my bank account and rent, utilities and cable due dull that excitement just a bit.
and I still can't figure Keri out. One minute she's interested in me and wants to pay attention, the next she's blowing off my phone calls to Matt and acting angry at me. I'm sick, literally. I have some sort of virus and it sucks. There's only so much that one person can deal with before they just want to chuck it all and stop fighting. I can only regret so much and say that I'm sorry and that I love her so many times. Tell her that I was wrong and how much I appreciate her.