I swear, job hunting is one big screaming rollercoaster ride.
The creepy things slithering from out of nowhere, seeming to grab you and pull you into their own personal Hell.
You just never know.
Every time I come back from an interview, everyone asks, “How did it go?”
“Um…good I guess?”
How does one gauge these things?
I figure, if I did my research into said company, asked pertinent questions, and managed not to throw up all over the HR Manager, then it went well….right?
Hell if I know?!
Then the waiting game begins…
And you obsessively check your inbox. (for the “Thank you, but…”)
And you jump every time you hear your ringtone. (Please don’t be a damned telemarketer…)
And even when you think you’re a shoe-in…you still don’t get the job?!
You do all the right things: thank you emails, call backs to check in, praying to the Goddess of Fortune…
I’ve even been told that I should “dummy-down” my resume…
As in leave off my college education…
Apparently, you’re not allowed to actually be smarter than the person hiring you…
It’s frustrating to say the least.
Yet, I keep plugging away…
Because somewhere, somehow, I know there’s a job out there for me.
Alas, on a happier note, I’ve been painting.
No, not like Picasso.
More like Sesame Street.
I’ve been painting and cleaning up an apartment in preparation for new tenants, and DAMN! It’s hard, physical labor, and I’m apparently out of shape. It’s getting better though. At least today, I can walk and feel my right arm. Plus, with the money I’ve made, I can pay my internet and phone bills. All extremely important to one searching for a job.
Also, I’ve got three interviews set up for next week, thus far, so I’m mostly just trying to be hopeful.
Something’s got to give.