Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The unemployment market.

Never before have I felt so dejected with myself. Looking for work has to be the most confidence crushing experience I have ever partaken in. Made worse by everyone around you offering to help get you menial work where you will end up homicidal or worse, suicidal. You must smile politely and say you’ll look into it. Then there are those that pressure you about said menial work;
“Why haven’t you applied yet,” or,
“A job like that will go quick, you don’t really want to work do you?”
It takes every ounce of your being to refrain from saying, “if I take that job I’ll want to top myself in a week.”
Do these people even know you? Perhaps not as well as they should. How I tire of being greeted with, “so how’s the job searching going?” If it were going well I’d be at work, you ass.
The job market itself it really depressing. You must have 5 years experience, be fresh out of university, oh and not be too old. These people don’t want employees: they want a miracle. Lets just disregard the cost for a moment. I don’t see the point of doing 6 months of university to get my masters, if I still can’t get a job in the field because I don’t have field experience. Give me the job on a temp basis and I will do the course at the same time, believe it or not, I can multi-task. Then there’s the cost, clearly I am unemployed, hence I am looking for a job, I do not wish to throw five thousand dollars away on a course which may not even guarantee me a job upon completion. If it did guarantee me one, I would sign up today. Still that would mean six more months of unemployment and no stable living arrangement. Which has already driven me insane.
Every day I look at the job market, various sites, I don’t want to limit my options, and every day I walk away from it dejected. I apply for countless jobs, I have rewritten my cover letter and resume numerous times and still I don’t get a single reply. I did get one, of rejection, from a company I offered to work for free for, just to get a leg in the door. They must have sensed my pitiful desperation and did the decent thing but actually responding. Ahh even a rejection is better than no reply at all, at least then I know someone is reading something of mine, I’m not just sending my resume out into the ether a million times to be lost in the world of cyberspace forever.
I want a job where I can incorporate my writing skills; I don’t think that’s too much to ask. I have a bachelors in humanities and can easily get into a masters course in anything, but I need to know if it will further my career to do so.
What I find most upsetting is everyday I search for a job and yet everyday I am called lazy and a bludger because I don’t have a job. One of the many reasons I want a job is to escape the abuse from others, but being career minded, I wont settle for shit.
Getting a job is only easy if you are willing to do shit work for peanuts.