It is currently July 21st. I am jobless, by my own decision though I never really intended to go on this long but those are the cards I’ve been dealt and not much to do but to keep on. At least one of us has a job, thank god for that. We won’t be completely destitute. I possibly might have an interview, as not promising as that sounds. So far I have had only one call back, incredibly disheartening. Though I do get some kind of sick satisfaction when I got an email reply for job I actually wanted passing me over, most likely because I don’t have a Masters or attend the university, to see them have to re-post the job again. When I applied, it was on its second re-posting. So I say suck on that. On a sidenote, I have a love/hate relationship with the idea of applying for my masters, I hardly think I’d get accepted, grades weren’t too great, but they were good in my major. Though having spent most of my life in some form of the education system, the quality of North American schools on a whole is incredibly lacking. I also find the grading system to be incredibly flawed. But that’s a discussion I’d rather not get into or I’d be here all night.
So to bring everything up to speed. I am 24. Up until May I was working as a Home Finder. It had its good days and bad days. Not something I wanted to make a career out of but once you’re in you don’t really have a choice of not busting your ass for it. I felt terribly inadequate with no social work background at all, but I did my best. So after consideration with my significant other, we decided to move from the “north country”, to a larger area, close to Toronto but still in the states. So bob’s your uncle, we decide on Niagara Falls. We got a bit of money saved up so we decide first of May, we’ll do it. Granted much of this decision was made whilst making our way across Ireland, England and Italy, so was it the best thought out? Perhaps not. But we’re young, better to make stupid, ridiculous decisions at a time when we can still bounce back from them. And after going through crippling psychological moments in my youth, I am almost disturbingly unafraid of failure.
So May goes by, little job hunting as we’re unpacking and trying to familiarize ourselves with our new surroundings. Also Anime North at the end of the month, so much to do. June rolls around, once again, job hunting in full swing, no bites. At least not for me. Him on the other hand is more successful. Of course more opportunities for someone with a business degree. Nobody sees much value in a Bachelors in Anthropology, I suppose. Damn me and not going for my masters apparently. So end of June or early July, I really don’t know when, my sense of time has gone totally to shit, he lands a job. Full time thank god. The only thing I’ve learned besides people not calling back is that apparently I’m not fit to sell jewelry, which is hilarious and sad at the same time. Though personally its a sadness I don’t mind. I know I’d be shit at it so I agree with them. Not to nit pick about jewelry stores, but is it just me or do people that work in them seem to be real dicks unless you’re buying something right then. The only person that didn’t seem like an ass was the woman that kindly showed me around and explained how things went. But, c’est la vie. I’ve been saying that a lot lately, I feel like I should get that tattooed somewhere.
My family’s visiting next week so that’ll be a little nice reprieve from myself. For the last two weeks its been myself and the cats during the day. I seriously need to meet people or at least talk to others even if its over the internet. I’m turning into that person that carries out conversations with the bank teller. Nothing wrong with that, but I’m realizing my desperate need for conversation. Maria was a very nice woman, she showed me a picture of a cake she had made and her experience with fondant. Very nice with a fondant ribbon, though she said she would never work with it again. I concur, fondant is a bitch.
I didn’t work in college, I was blissfully able to make it through without having a serious job. There was my half day as a telemarketer for a local Electrolux shop. I spent barely a month at UPS and I worked off and on for at least a year for a marketing firm in California, doing online marketing assignments. Clearly I’ve been spoiled. Since then I’ve worked in a casino as an intern for the food & beverage department, I’ve worked at a TJ Maxx and for DSS. Colourful and hilarious I’m sure.
So now I just watch Kitchen Nightmares and apply for jobs. I also cook to keep my sanity, more on that another time.
