Yes, it may be unethical. Do you wish to argue?
I knew a guy once who, after years of living the party lifestyle, got a great job with the phone company. He was working as an information operator and was getting paid $18 hr. plus tons of benefits and time off. He was doing a good job, his supervisors and co-workers loved him, and he felt the job was permanent. So he got a better apartment, a better car, some cool clothes and a permanent girlfriend.
After six months came the time for the company to decide whether to make his employment permanent so a background check was run, which revealed a DUI that he had not put on his application. So he went from young man on the way up to instantly unemployed, and with virtually no chance of maintaining the lifestyle he’d graded himself up to. He lost his car, his apartment and his girlfriend, and wound up working in a convenience store.
I doubt that he’d advise lying on your job app. You just never know when the truth will come back to bite you on the ass (and when it does, you can almost bet it will be at the worst possible time).
As it happens, I don’t have a mortgage, I rent. I am getting a break on the rent by working for the landlord. I’m not sure what “extras” you think I have. Right now, internet access is the ONLY nonessential I have, and given that most job apps are on-line these days AND my state requires reporting job seeking information for unemployment benefits on-line it’s not entirely a luxury. We don’t eat out anymore, I haven’t bought clothes anywhere but Goodwill for a year and a half, my most recent pair of new shoes were given to me as a gift, we’ve given up the cellphones, satellite TV, really everything BUT the internet. Hell, I even grew some of my own food this summer and cook everything from scratch so I don’t even buy processed foods anymore, just scratch ingredients.
I can have internet access from home, or spend the money on gas to get to the library. Kind of a toss up these days, except that from home I’ve been known to fill out job apps at 2 am, which I can’t do at the library. That means when I do get work on a day I can still come home and look for work without worrying about library hours. And, oh yeah, I’ve been using the internet to sell some of my possession on eBay, too - so like I said, it’s not entirely a luxury.
What’s the arguement? It is unethical.
**Thread Jerk note: **
I just want to make sure everyone understands that I would not have posted to this thread were it not for Blalron’s post wherein he lamented having to “pound the pavement.” And his later posts do show that he understands that he is responsible for himself and he will do the work necessary to get his ass in shape.
So you believe it was likely he would have gotten the job if he had listed the DUI? At least he had six months of good employment. Yes, it is unethical, but please, don’t tell me you are always better off telling the truth, 'cuz it just ain’t necessarily so.
Thank you. I mean it.
I hit the bottom a lifelong spell of depression. It reached the point where I knew I had to get better or else I was going to die one way or the other. Your guy’s tough love was certainly a part of me realizing I had a choice and I had to make it. I chose to live and I had to change everything in my life, from my apartment to my friends to my basic sense of who I am. It was the most terrifying and painful things imaginable. It felt like jumping off a cliff. It felt like breaking bones.
I’m not sure what alchemy made my choice to become un-depressed actually work, but knock on wood it’s held so far. I’ve been better for about four years. I am thankful every day that I wake up with the ability to see clearly. Once I got over the first terrifying steps, it seems like my life has fallen into place and I find myself doing the things I used to dream of. Next summer I am going to take the Trans-Siberian railway to Europe, something I’d dreamed about in high school. I just feel so fortunate that I got better, so in awe of what life has to offer, and so excited to see what happens next.
It sounded like you had a bone to pick. My mistake.
Yeah, they’d better be all set up because unless they’re actually engaged in armed combat (as opposed to, say, being blown up by a roadside bomb or diving for cover from a mortar attack), theirdisability claims are going to be severely curtailed by the very fucking government that sent their asses over there to get blown up in the first place. The same government that fuckwads like Rand Rover thinks licks the ass of G-d. Arrogant know-it-alls-I’m-better-than-yous like him make me sick to my stomach.
And Carol Stream, you really are dumber than a bag of wet hair, aren’t you? You wanted to know the meaning of “trying” to go to college and alleged that if the definition can’t be found on Google, there must not be an answer. I answered your question of precisely how one “tries” to go to college by pointing right to the OP without even having to rely on Google, and you come back with, “[yeah, but] what makes the OP so special?”
What? The? Fuck? He’s not special. He’s “trying” to go go college using the steps I outlined in my response to your request for a definition of same. You’re just too much of a cuntlick to acknowledge that you’re just trying to make yourself feel superior, just like Rand Rover. Well guess what babe?
Epic Fail!
In case I’ve missed it, can you show me where the OP intimated that he was looking for hugs? Or perhaps complained about the treatment he has gotten here in the pit? Because I’m seeing none of those things.
Thank you.
Broomstick is poor. Anyone who has been paying attention to the boards knows her life sucks right now.
Why pick a fight with her over a trivial comment? Even if it’s not true, why can’t Bricker just assume it was a hyperbolic statement or something said out of frustration and hopelessness, and just let it slide. Why can’t compassion and understanding ever supercede the juvenile urge to argue and be “right” all the time?
I’m not afraid of constructive criticism. I’ve found some of the comments made here to be excessively harsh and unfair, but I was bracing for that.
Nuh-uh!
Search me. Could be something to do with him being a lawyer.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that. 
I honestly don’t think that’s the case with Bricker. Rand Rover appears to be another story. 
That was actually Carol Stream’s attempt to co-opt someone else’s schtick about hassling QED about his use of Google to inform a lot of the answers he gives in GQ. She wasn’t really directing the Google-related snark at you.
The Google part was secondary to the fact that she snarkily asked how one “tries” to go to college, stating that either one goes or one doesn’t – there is no “try”. I disabused her of that absurd notion, and her response was, well, unresponsive. IMNSHO that makes her dumber than a bag of wet hair. YMMV.
Some people are being real pricks here, and I’m not sure why, except that they can. Maybe an IMHO thread asking for advice on how to get out of your situation would be a better idea than this mess of a Pit thread, if you’re done venting.
Are you an idiot? It’s just contact information, not a claim as to where you live. You can use a friggin PO box in Kalamazoo if you want. If that’s a valid address at which you can be contacted, then it’s perfectly legit and not a “lie”.
I read the first two pages and I must say that you sound like a real fuckin prick “Rand Rover.” Not that my handle is all that great but you have one that is really fucking aggravating. I’m so happy for you; you made all the excellent decisions in life and can shit on other people who have not.
I have a college degree and guess what? I am really happy to be employed in this ECONOMY. Fuck the economy, how about happy to just be employed? You sound like a real dickhead, but you have done everything right so I guess you are just really smart.
I’ve had too much to drink because I can afford to after a hard nights work; that I am grateful for and have nothing else to say to you. Still, you sound like a class A asshole. I hope you lose your job you condescending fucking prick.
Nah, my mileage doesn’t vary to any noticeable extent on that question. Unless it’s a variation to note that she’s also as mean as a. . . as a. . . well, as mean as a very mean thing that’s made the finals of a single-elimination very mean thing tournament.