If there are two words that describe my life right now, they would be the ones in the picture above: Epic Fail.
I have been interviewing for jobs and so far there have been two results (which add up to the same thing):
1. You’re overqualified and we really think that you will be bored with this job in six months. (Me: “But I won’t be bored with getting a paycheck!”)
2. “We have reviewed your resume, and while your qualifications are quite impressive, we have chosen a candidate whose background more closely …” yadda, yadda, yadda.
Of course, there are other results as well, such as when you submit your resume to a temporary job firm (I have zero pride about where I work, believe me) and they’re all enthusiastic and tell you “We’ll have no trouble placing you!” and then you sit by the phone and hear nothing. Or you respond to a resume where you have ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING in the job description and write a cover letter that points this out in the nicest possible way and fine-tune your resume to match and you get no response. Not even a “we have reviewed …” letter or email. How long does it take to type out a form e-mail and send it? At least I’d know they saw my name!
All I can figure in the latter case is that they only decided to look at resumes 1-30 and I was number 31. Alternatively, their wife’s cousin’s nephew had to have a job so he got in ahead of me. Or something like that.
I’ve even applied for department store and grocery store work. I guess they saw the graphic design degree and laughed themselves hoarse as they turned the application into confetti and threw a party with it.
From a personal standpoint, there are other issues, too. But I promised not to talk about that, so I won’t.
I’m working on writing — as always, that’s the one good thing I have going on — a couple of stories in my “universe” which are completely different and potentially saleable, but even if that all works out great, it won’t happen tomorrow and right now, I just want some honest work that will bring in a paycheck, no matter how minimal. All I need is “just one victory, and it’ll be all right.”