The year is coming to an end and I don’t have any profound insights on life or any of that bullshit. I don’t think I accomplished much this year. Nothing I set out to do was done. Yes, that’s the truth.
There is something to be said about my ability to lily-waggle shooting the breeze and seeing where things go; I do this very well. Now if only this could be turned into some kind of paying-activity then it might be profitable. Actually I just thought of how to turn this ability into a profit-generating biz but I can’t be bothered.
I need a job. I am searching for a job. And I am not finding any. Well, I do find job openings. The thing is, till date, I am still yet to have a call back on any of the openings I sent in my resume and cover letter for. Seriously. I now it’s all about network, I admit to not having much of a network in my intended field, but if getting a job is all about who you know then please do poor suckers like yours truly a big favor and DON’T ADVERTISE THE JOB YOU ALREADY KNOW YOU ARE NOT GOING TO HIRE ANYONE WHO WASN’T RECOMMENDED TO YOU BY YOUR FATHER< MOTHER< FRIEND<WHATEVER PERSON for.
Who the hell invented this job search thing anyway. There has to be a more humane way of driving people to insanity or suicide than this. And at this moment, I am kicking myself for not just going straight to grad school. I am the fool who might very well lose out on a paid graduate education (plus stipend) because “I am burnt out” and “Need to be learning by doing; not struck in some four walled-closed-in-classroom”.
Can you tell that I am fighting depression? Oh well, who gives a shit. The year is ending and I am hella pissy. Shoot me … I don’t give two.
