Bear with me, dear readers, but I’m about to get all yelly.
I have been without a “real” job for two months.
I’ve been without a real job in a new state, in a house in various states of amiss, and with a fiance who works 10-12 hour days five days a week (and who lovingly tells me to calm the eff down when I start to whine about my uselessness).
I AM SO SICK OF BEING UNEMPLOYED.
More than that, I’m tired of filling out the forms. I’m tired of sending my resume out again and again and again. I’m tired of getting my hopes up with awesome interview experiences just to get a “We’re going in a different direction” email. I’m infuriated that positions I’ve applied to, positions I know I’d be a good fit for, keep being re -listed on search sites. I’m tired of filling out individual application forms and personality questionnaires for jobs that high school drop outs could fill.
People, in the last few weeks I’ve done serious research on getting a teaching certificate, a law degree, and a CNA because maybe then I’d have a purpose. A CNA PEOPLE! My marbles have officially been lost. And I’m sorry to be all whiny when I KNOW there are millions of people just like me singing the same sob story, but, sigh. I feel like my life until this point had been a lovely countryside train ride and on May 1st it jumped the tracks. My floaty happy life got less floaty. My family is in this weird stage of semi-limbo, it’s effin HOT in SoVa, and I’m wandering through the vast emptiness of laundry, Oprah, and Click Here If Can Prove You’re Legally Allowed To Work in The USA.
Luckily The Boy is nice and encouraging and full of “Don’t Worry About It, We’ll Be Fine”s.
And I know he’s right. I know eventually I’ll find something and be wishing for the lazy days of unemployment, but right now its hard to imagine. Right now I feel like a frustrated toddler. I want to cry and stomp my feet and yell to every HR department in the area “I’M INTELLIGENT! I’M EDUCATED! I’M NICE AND FUNNY AND A GOOD WORKER AND INVENTIVE AND CREATIVE AND SOMETIMES EVEN NICE TO LOOK AT! HIRE ME! FOR THE LOVE OF CHEAP BEER AND HOOKERS HIRE ME!”
Of course, I’d follow that up with a handwritten thank you note because I’m classy like that.
Seriously.
I need a job.
And a drink.
