So, the sure thing I had lined up at my Mom’s company? The one where I would definitely get hired if I showed up to the interview with a pulse?
I showed up. I had a pulse. I was offered a job.
Only then they realized they couldn’t hire me. There were complications because I had been previously employed by the same company, albeit only technically. For most intents and purposes, I had been employed by a bank when I worked at the company’s call center — I followed the bank’s rules and provided phone support for the bank’s customers — but the call center itself was located in a wing of my Mom’s company, and it was that company that issued the checks.
Long story short: even nepotism couldn’t get me a job.
I try not to indulge in too much self-pity here. It’s not very productive and, more to the point, it’s not very attractive. No one likes a whiner.
But I cannot beg, borrow, or steal my way into a job. I have applied in the obvious places, libraries and bookstores; I have put my name in with the temp agencies; I have applied for skilled positions and unskilled positions. I am educated and experienced; I am articulate and personable and dedicated; I can solve problems and soothe disagreements. I am young and white and not hideous to behold. Not that I want to claim those as advantages, since it’s not fair, but those are the kind of qualities that make it easier to get a job, at least once you make it to the interview stage.
I’m doing everything I know how to do, but it’s not working. Ergo, something has to change. It would really suit me if the job market around here would do the changing, but I’m not hodling my breath for that. This means that I am the one who has to do the changing.
Only thing I can think to do is to pick up more education. And since I need to be able to afford cat fud while I acquire my further education, it will need to be at the graduate level. I need to be able to take out enough loans to live on. Can’t do that with community college.
In more pleasant news, for about a month now I’ve been seeing a nice young man. I won’t be revealing any details here, since I am a big fan of privacy, but it is really neat to be in a relationship with someone who does not have a criminal record. (Personal friends who want to know more may contact me for the scandalous details.)
Only I’m starting to worry that it’s an either/or kind of thing: what if I can have romance OR a job, but not both? I’d hate to have to kill off the new boyfriend.