It’s that inevitable part of ending graduation….that time every one without a trust fund dreads……JOB SEARCH….
I have redone my resume 34,384,574,857,045 times with 2,384,973,048 different people telling me I need to redo it. But luckily, I have a pretty awesome BGBF who loves me enough to have worked mine over like racehorse on his weekend and whipped it into sexy shape. All on one snazzy page. HUZZAH.
So today I filled out 15 applications, including cover letters and endless inane questions asking me to provide rationale, answers, education, and experience with the name of the organizations I worked at during those experiences to prove I know how to blow my nose and tie my shoes and encourage others to do the same, in an appropriate manner.
Holy Moly. I hope I get a job.
Don’t they understand I am an indentured servant? I have a house worth of loans! I am owned by the man!
I will work! I have to work! Let me work! PLEASE……
Not that I am desperate….yet…..
I was even asked in an application if I am an “expert in determining precipitating events.”
Um, no. Is that even an actual expertise? I know what one is but…..I’m not training to be on “Criminal Minds”….
What did I get into!
Wish me luck lovers.
Mama needs to pay off these shoes….