RangerWickett
Legend
I just have to rant out my frustration here. Back in October I applied for a job. I heard back in November and filled out an online survey to tell them about myself. Then I heard back in late December that I'd be getting an interview. This was great, because at that time I was unemployed, nearly broke, and very desperate.
About the same time, I had the chance to work at a grocery store. I took the job.
I interviewed in early January for this other position, a library job, which is sort of like my dream job (out of jobs that are realistically available in Atlanta). Then in late January I learned that I was one of two people who would be called back for a second interview. On Feb. 2, I went in for that interview, saw that the other person who was called back was a friend of mine, and made the assumption, based on my opinion of her as a friend, that I was better-suited for the job. The interview went very well, and I left confident that I would get the position.
A week and a half passed. I heard nothing. Last night I accidentally ran into my friend, and I asked her if she'd heard anything. She said that she'd gotten the job. My immediate reaction was joy that she'd been hired. I smiled, shook her hand, and wished her luck. Then I headed over to a group gathering, where we'd planned to play video games all night, and along the way I just grew angrier and angrier. Not at her, just at the situation itself. The rest of the night seriously bummed me out.
Now, I still have a job at a grocery store. $8 an hour, 8 hour shifts of standing on my feet scanning groceries. My pride tells me that someone with a college degree should have a better job than that. My reasoning tells me that I need something better than a 30-hour a week crap job if I want to live above poverty level. And my emotions are telling me I should just sit down, say screw it all, and watch TV for a week. But I have to go to work, to pay the bills and such.
I was so hopeful. The scheduling of the grocery job is so erratic, I can never plan events with friends more than a few days in advance, but I was hoping that with the other job I'd be able to have a more comfortable social life. Oh, damn, now I'm depressed.
I'm not desperate, but if somebody has some seriously good news they could give me, it would help out a lot.
About the same time, I had the chance to work at a grocery store. I took the job.
I interviewed in early January for this other position, a library job, which is sort of like my dream job (out of jobs that are realistically available in Atlanta). Then in late January I learned that I was one of two people who would be called back for a second interview. On Feb. 2, I went in for that interview, saw that the other person who was called back was a friend of mine, and made the assumption, based on my opinion of her as a friend, that I was better-suited for the job. The interview went very well, and I left confident that I would get the position.
A week and a half passed. I heard nothing. Last night I accidentally ran into my friend, and I asked her if she'd heard anything. She said that she'd gotten the job. My immediate reaction was joy that she'd been hired. I smiled, shook her hand, and wished her luck. Then I headed over to a group gathering, where we'd planned to play video games all night, and along the way I just grew angrier and angrier. Not at her, just at the situation itself. The rest of the night seriously bummed me out.
Now, I still have a job at a grocery store. $8 an hour, 8 hour shifts of standing on my feet scanning groceries. My pride tells me that someone with a college degree should have a better job than that. My reasoning tells me that I need something better than a 30-hour a week crap job if I want to live above poverty level. And my emotions are telling me I should just sit down, say screw it all, and watch TV for a week. But I have to go to work, to pay the bills and such.
I was so hopeful. The scheduling of the grocery job is so erratic, I can never plan events with friends more than a few days in advance, but I was hoping that with the other job I'd be able to have a more comfortable social life. Oh, damn, now I'm depressed.
I'm not desperate, but if somebody has some seriously good news they could give me, it would help out a lot.
