Every time I get a solid reject slap in the face, I just go back in and beg for more.
Because THAT’S THE KINDA CHICK I AM, DAMMIT.
Job hunting is the worst. And it’s a catch-22 in a lot of cases. I am 26 years old, I have almost 6 years of professional experience, all in sales. Now, I am attempting to find a job in a completely different field. They SAY entry-level, but they don’t really mean it. They want someone who has some minimal experience, or maybe a college degree in that field. How to get experience in order to get hired and gain some experience?
Life’s little mysteries.
They also say “it’s easier to find a job if you already have one.” This one very well may be true. But then you have to figure out ways to go on interviews, for jobs you likely won’t get anyway, in the middle of you already-employed workday.
Getting a new job is a lot like moving to a different apartment or house. There are usually good reasons to make the move, you usually want to do it, and it generally puts you closer to where you want to be.
But damn, it sucks times infinity. PLUS ONE.
Job hunting and apartment hunting are both exercises in frustration. Eventually, you find something and you make the decision to take it, and it either works out better or it doesn’t.
But if you don’t even try, you’ll stay stuck in the same place forever, unhappy but not making any moves to fix it.
So, I guess in the end, no matter how discouraging or frustrating job hunting is, we’ll still slap on suits, take extra copies of our resumes, remember to wear the nice shoes, and then later, go home and start applying to more, after the rejection slap we just suffered at the hands of those that control our job fates.
Wow. Talk about depressing. Sorry for the weird sad note in this. It is a discouraging process, but I never let anything get me down for long! Here, enjoy this awesome picture of Liz Lemon from 30 Rock and Buzz Aldrin yelling at the moon.
Speaking of the moon, why do all the other planets we come across get cool names for their moons, like Jupiter’s “Callisto” and “Iocaste” and Saturn’s “Hyperion” and “Phoebe” (Phoebe is Saturn’s 9th moon and was discovered in the late 1800s. Wonder what made them go with Phoebe??), and all we get is “moon.”
It’s like, screw you, Earth, you don’t even get a NAME for your stupid moon. You only have one of them anyway. Or maybe it’s like when a small child has a teddy bear and almost always names him “Teddy.” Maybe we were too young and uninformed to be able to properly name our moon anything other that what it actually is. Though, we at least didn’t name Earth “Planet.”
Imagine that. “Of all the planets in the solar system, Planet has supported life for this long...though we aren’t entirely convinced of the intelligence of said life. After all, they named their giant self-sustaining spaceship ‘Planet,’ even after calling all other 8 orbiting bodies in their vicinity planets as well.”
So, we escaped being made fun of by all the other, bigger planets on that score. If we are allowed to vote on it, I think we should name the planet something Earth-y. We name a lot of other planets moons after random gods and goddesses of lore. So, we should name our moon something more human-y, since so far, we’re the only humans we know of out here. And it’s OUR moon anyway, so screw what other planet’s being think we should call it.
Hmm...how about “Great Tide Controller of the Sky” or “Man Behind the Curtain” (heck yeah, Oz reference!), or maybe “Fred.” Maybe something more flora/fauna related? “Flower of the Night” or “Jungle Riptide.” You know what? Riptide Jungle would be a cool name for an 80's tribute hair band.
I don’t know, I am running out of name ideas here. Come on, help me out, people!
...lol, and if you think those are awesome names that I came up with on the fly, wait ‘til I have a puppy. Or a KID! I want a puppy, and I’d like to name it Dragon. We shall see, OH WE SHALL SEE.
|Rawr! Dragon will eat your face! He's such a magnificent beast!|