More fails in jobs searches
April 16, 2014 Leave a comment
Is there anything more painful than job applications? You fill out one after another until you completely lose track. You hear nothing for weeks. If you ever do hear anything, there’s a 90% chance it’s a rejection. One the off chance you get an interview, you get so excited that you spend your last 50 bucks on a new outfit to feel confident and impress the world with. You get to the interview only to find 10 other people who did the same thing. You start to have panic attacks. You make up stupid answers to stupid questions, when the reality of the fact is, nothing you say or they say matters, you just need a job and will do anything they ask.
“What do you think you can add to this agency?” “Well, I’m totally adaptable and am willing to provide any answer you want to hear. I work well with others, but I’m also a great leader, but also I can play a supporting role if that’s what you need. I’m totally proficient at *insert computer/billing program, and if not I will spend countless sleepless nights mastering it. I will do anything you ask and I will never let you down and if I ever do, I will completely tolerate the entire office throwing shade at me for weeks. Also, I poop rainbows and stardust. I’m willing to buy donuts and Starbucks for everyone everyday forever. Please, please, please. I’m begging you. If I kill all the other applicants, does that mean you have to take me? Because I think that shows real dedication.”
Of course there are those few times that you are applying for (and maybe even interview for) your dream job. And you try so hard to impress them and be all like “I’m the greatest! I’m so awesome. But I am nothing compared to you! Please just let me be in your presence!” And they’re all like, naw bitch.
And then of course, you apply for jobs that you absolutely no interest in and would probably be bad at anyway, but you need something, so hey, why not? And these are inevitably the ones that call you for an interview and you get there and you’re like “….ummm, yeah no.” And they’re like “…ummmm, yeah no.” And even though that interchange was mutual, you still leave feeling like crap.
Sometimes you hear nothing for months. But you somehow convince yourself that maybe, just MAYBE they’re still getting around to making their decision and there is some hope that you might still have a job opportunity. You know you’re lying to yourself. And you can’t even feel good about telling yourself that lie, but you’ve run out of ice cream and alcohol and all you have left is that lie.
And your friends and significant others will try to tell you how awesome you are and you know that they’re only being supportive. And some of them might actually believe that you are awesome. But this too, is a lie. Because how can you be awesome if none of these jobs think you’re awesome? You can’t be. It’s just not possible. Clearly you suck and have nothing to offer anyone. They’re not even interested in your rainbow/stardust poops. What more can you do.
Enter quiet desperation. At this point, I only talk to my dog because he can still think I’m awesome. Until my current internship ends and I can no longer afford his food or denti-bones. And I lose so much weight from not being able to afford to eat myself, that I wither away to nothing and I’m not even comfortable to sleep on. Then he will not think I’m awesome. And then I will have lost everything.
But I will continue to look for jobs and fellowships, because I have no choice. I will continue to lay my self-worth in the hands of directors and committees. For they are the deciding factor on whether or not I am worthwhile as an employee and therefore a person.