Except for the Coke Habit, Mom, Everything is Fine
Published by McBoing June 22nd, 2006 in Punkass!, WorkI feel The Countess: job hunting is a bitch:
The Count also found out that the employer mantra “you are over-qualified for this job” means “If I hire you, you’ll leave as soon as a well-paying job comes your way. So, we’d be better off hiring a slacker who won’t do a good job whom we’ll likely have to fire, rather than risk you coming to work one week and quitting for a better job the next week.” You can’t win for losing in the Employment Wars.
The economy here is shit. I’m underqualified for every job that will pay the bills — but am applying anyway — and overqualified for everything else that doesn’t involve manual labor. I may be unable to avoid that. I’m picking up money from odd jobs here and there and obsessively rewriting my resume for every job I apply for. I stash money around the house, $100 in a drawer and another hundred in a jar, for when my savings are depleted — which will be soon. Finally, my therapist put me on a hardcore exercise regimen to deal with the depression since I refuse drugs and I’m dropping weight so quickly my folks are wondering what is wrong with me. I have my moments, yes, and am manifesting depressive symptoms more than before the whole getting booted on my ass with no warning thing, but at the same time I am optimistic that something good will come along and maybe it will be better than the last shit position I had. And maybe it will actually utilize my skills, skills that don’t involve feigning belief in Christianity to keep my job (”Jesus was pretty cool I guess.” “Was?!“).
The final kick in the balls was the exit interview I attended today. If you didn’t already know, exit interviews are information they cull from outgoing employees, information that would be far more useful to gather from current employees to ascertain their pleasure with the company if they were using it for good instead of keeping it handy in case you decide to sue their degenerate asses. The lady was kind enough, although I refused to sign anything except the termination of benefits and would not answer any questions in the interview.
McBoing in a nutshell, not yet curled up drunk on the bathroom floor. And it’s 10:30pm and counting…
What do they do if you don’t show up to the exit interview? Fire you?
Dunno, Auguste. I didn’t show up for mine.
You don’t get your last paycheck.
They can do that? I thought witholding money earned was illegal somehow.
Oh, God, I understand exactly what you’re going through. We actually had some good news today. The Count just got off the phone with an excellent second interview. We’re keeping our fingers crossed. The money I’m bringing in from my writing is paying the bills so far. We’re still in trouble, but things are looking much better.
Now, I have to deal with the very freaky news that wife-killer Darren Mack may have been reading and commenting on my blog. I’ve already reported the business to the Reno police department. I’m seriously freaked out.
I hope things turn around for you soon. Good luck!!