When will I find a job? Why didn’t I make better career choices in the past so I can get a decent one, instead of the career shattering shitty one I will likely be forced to take? When will the economy pick up so it will be easier to find a job? Why couldn’t I have found a home I liked to live in? Why do all the people I used to work with have so much nicer homes than me? Why do I have to have these anxiety problems? Why are all my friends also laid off or working jobs far beneath their abilities and previous pay scales?
JESUS H BUTTFUCKING CUNT! GET BETTER, LIFE, YOU ASSLICKING BAG OF LEPROUS BUTTHOLES! I WANT TO RELAX AGAIN SOMEDAY, CHRISTFUCKIT!!! BLOW ME WHILE I TAKE A FAT SMELLY SHIT, YOU STINKING SACK OF FUCKNUGGETRY!!!
I know how you feel, man. My post count here has gone way up lately because I’m avoiding thinking about the whole thing. In my case, my prediction is that my life will cease to suck for a couple weeks next August, when if I’m lucky, I’ll be able to take a vacation. It will then return to sucking for the next 10-20 years as I’m forced to find a way to pay off my student loans.
I appreciate hearing from folks in the same boat. Thanks guys.
I’m just tired of things always getting worse. Example: Last year I was transferred to a shitty job. I consoled myself by saying, “Well at least I have a job”. Now I don’t even have that. And that’s just one example. My life’s been degenerating for years. Don’t even get me started on my love life.
I’m afraid to say how things could be worse now, because it will probably come to pass, if history is any indication.
Blowing off steam via profane BBQ pit posts is getting less and less satisfying.
There’s got to be some way to use all this negative energy in a constructive fashion.
Maybe a big WPA-style government project. Maybe a big ditch. Call it the Grand Ditch and charge admission to pay wages.
Or a mind control weapon powered by the frustration of unemployed. Barring that, the reverse. “Can’t… get… job… must… obey!”
Or, possibly, all our bodies could be burned for life-supporting fuel. “Timmy couldn’t get work, but at least he’ll keep a few light bulbs going tonight.”
Isn’t there a pyramid that needs building somewhere?
I’m just over two and a half years into the five years of residency I need to be eligible for Irish citizenship, a dream I’ve held for over half my life. Ireland has no such thing as a green card (yet - see below), so until the five years are up I’m permitted to remain here only under sponsorship of my employer. And I hate my job. I cannot change jobs without the new employer going through the same long-ass procedure to convince the government there were no EEA nationals available for the job, and as one agency I sent my CV to explained to me last month, the current state of the market is such that most companies aren’t going to be bothered enough to go through that hassle. (The other agency I sent my CV to never even rang back. And I have a good CV.) I did get an interview for my absolute dream job last month - but I didn’t get the job. And the green card programme that Ireland is supposed to be putting in place keeps getting knocked further back. So it really is looking like two and a half more years doing this same shitty underpaid trained-monkey work.
Ha. Mine has descended into the realms of satire. I mean to the point where people burst out laughing when I tell them what happened.
On top of all that, we’re probably about to be evicted.
[insert lyrics to Depeche Mode’s “Blasphemous Rumours” here]
Just adding that this term seems to be more commonly used in university/college jobs, research, and similar fields. The word “resume” is very commonly used and understood, moreso than “CV”/“curriculum vitae”, in my experience.
I got bounced from my job in mid-July, six weeks before my wedding, which featherlou and I were financing. Because losing the job also meant losing the company car, we had to add insult to injury by having to go further into debt to buy a car so I can drive around town looking for work.
Like you, my career choices have shrunk down to crap and slightly less crap. In order for me to qualify for crawling out of the sludge, I’ll have to go back to school (more debt) and hope something turns up in March or April. Meanwhile, we’re subsisting on the wife’s part-time wages.
I feel you, Revtim. No one likes to be a cautionary tale.
