Some Substantial Discouragement

Today is the 23 month mark from the day I graduated. In the last few weeks I've been fighting the dark pit of job despair, I need more intellectual stimulation and the distance between graduating and today grows ever larger.

The stats are frightening in their own special way, with October bring something like 800,000 new jobs I'm still not in one of those, and with something like 50% of people under 25 living at home I'm about to hit the two year mark for that too. Yes, I have a Care Bears comforter on my bed because I refuse to buy a twin sized bedspread for fear of jinxing myself and never moving out.

I have this weak hope that I'll escape, when I compulsively buy things, they're kitchen things. I have a nearly full kitchen, all matching and well thought out, in bags and boxes in the corner of my bedroom. I am asking for china and a bookshelf for Christmas, even though, if we're being completely honest, I have no use for either.

So my options are looking bleak, but, but! I'll enroll in community college for the spring semester if there is anything worth taking, and I'll apply for grad school. I lack both the fundage and the time for it but it's potentially the one thing that can pull me out of the funk.

It also looks like I'll have to take on a second job. I can't afford to work one job, even if it is sort of full time. Case and point: last month my car broke down and now I have $40 in checking and half my savings. Half is a lot to watch disappear knowing that the real problems your car is having are going to cost you much more than the half you have remaining.

I guess it's just a matter of time before driving on a prayer becomes purchasing a car I can't afford to make payments on, but at least if that's the case I'll have a new car!

Considering again: The Peace Corps.

Falling Flat: Another Boomerang Setback

For my birthday my mom took me to a concert. Her new thing is to not drive and when she asked me to drive I just didn't want to but she cannot handle being lost and lost is a pretty common theme when getting to the specific concert venue. So lost we got and that is where the trouble began.

We're sitting in a long line of traffic and my dash starts lighting up. Started with my check engine light, its on more than off these days anyhow so that didn't worry me, my battery light came one with my brake light, always bad news but even worse when things are beeping and switching on and off, it was only topped with an Anti-Lock Brake System light came on. We did make it to the parking lot. But my car never left.

So now that I have some money in savings I'm going to have to blow it all on repairs and a massive towing bill. Any success I have in regards to getting out seems to be rendered null in the blink of an eye.

My fingers are crossed for good news but if you have a newish car you want to give to me I'll take it!

The Lazy Boomerang

Yesterday, I was at work and one of the regular clients came in and was chatting, they do this sometimes, and he brought up some current news topics. So he sidles on to the Occupy Wall Street protests and that is where the encounter goes south.

I should have learned by now that I am of a different world view than most of the people that I work with, live near, and am forced to interact with in a fake-smiley work way, and at this point I should have learned that the fake smiling gets me farther with people than opening my mouth and expressing an opinion. All that said, I am human and apparently like the abuse that comes with being a young adult that can't afford to live on their own.

So he blabs about the protesters being lazy, no-goods, and says, and this is a real quote, not something like a quote that I'm putting in quotation marks, "This is America, there are plenty of jobs, they can have any job they want." Ok, Herman Cain, whatever you say.

I stupidly said, "we (referring to my fellow teller and myself) only work three days a week," as in the company that we work for, that I actually like, doesn't have the money to employ full-timers, so I'm happy to have my sad hours instead of nothing, while I try to figure out what to do with the BA I earned in three and a half years. Though, I only said the stupid part, so when he called me lazy and said I should get a second job, I probably deserved it, right?

I don't think so.

But we're all entitled to our opinions and Fox News in a legitimate news source so I guess I should be happy he isn't completely ignorant.

For the record, I am many things but I am not lazy. I quit my second job because I was actually spending more money to get to it than I was making. I hated it, I hated myself while being there, I hated how I was treated by customers, I hated how I was treated by fellow employees and I hated how it looked on my resume. So I quit, I am picking up gigs that I wouldn't have been able to do otherwise, I am picking up hours that I wouldn't have been able to pick up otherwise. I am still looking for a job that is both satisfying, interesting and pays enough (because I can't hold out for decently or even reasonably). And I've been called pretty twice in a week by people who had never seen me outside of my former work place. As in, "You're so pretty, that place must of been aweful! Look at you're smile!"

So I don't regret backing down to one part-time job. But walk a mile in my shoes.

Also the man is a small business owner. I don't have much money. He has the same amount as me in all of his accounts combined. He makes daily deposits that are twice the size of my savings account, so somehow I win.

That was mean. But I'm not lazy.

The Moral Dilemma: The Boomerang Considers Politics and Jobs

Don't be frightened this is not a political rant, it is the investigation of how I can bend my belief system to make money.

There is a job opening, I am qualified for it, it is fairly local, it is with an association that I am ideologically opposed to. So do I apply and more or less double my salary and get better benefits, or do I stick with my soul suckingly (really this is an adverb that doesn't exist and isn't needed, because what adverb is needed? but I'm letting it lie)boring job where I kind of like my co-workers and get to read books and news for good portions of the days?

My friends are not ideologically opposed to this association, well most of them, I have one who would probably disown me and stay in her happy London flat if I did work for them, the rest would high five me for embracing their one insanely out-of-our-mutual-political-ideology  passions.

This friend who would disown me, she has a point. Why compromise? I will not change their minds, they are too many, instead I should rise up and fight against them (with a peaceful discourse and some powerful elections, woot! for signs in your yard!) But what if I apply for this job, make this money, infiltrate the system, use subliminal messaging and win them to my side of this ideological debate.

What do you think?

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Maybe It's Time For a Boomerang Reread

Martin Page wrote a brilliant book, The Discreet Pleasures of Rejection, that I need to reread, and I'm not a rereader. Rejection seems to be running rampant these days, can't get a job, can't get a date (to the point that I'm beginning to question my gay-dar) can't get the job I quit to stop calling (that is the opposite of rejection, though it is the rejection of my free thought) and I need a reminder to how awesome rejection is.

Boomerangs and Dirty Business: The Challenge of Networking

I hate networking. I hate it because it's a filthy game of soullessness and greed. Now that said I'm working on the whole idea of networking, because, if I throw up a pretend statistic that is close to right, 90% of the people I know who have gotten jobs in their fields after graduating had done so because they know someone or their parents know someone.

I know people, they're just not the right people apparently, so I am on LinkedIn, I'm emailing the heck out of people asking for advice, I'm studying the bossman's technique (he listed networking as an "interest" for a class he is taking, he is a pro at it if one can be), and I'm reading and researching.  I can do these things. Maybe.

So far the bossman's technique has gotten me a client who may or may not have asked me to visit his son out of state with him, so I'm not great at it yet but I'll keep working. My mom's boss is willing to put in a good word for me in the places where she can, which helps. I'm on HR's mind when new jobs come up, I have them thinking of me, inventing ways to make it work. And I'm meeting people. The one person who emailed me back with advice said business cards were a biggie, so now that's on the table as an idea.

I've discovered a new in today. One that is sort of "six degrees of Kevin Bacon" but isn't that how this game is supposed to be played? If I knew people who could help me, wouldn't I already be out of this situation?

Here's to networking, then taking a shower.