Over It

I have absolutely had it with the job hunt. I've had it with rejection, I've had it with wordsmith-ing cover letters, and I've had it with www.essentialnyjobs.com. I’ve had it with “How’s the job search going?” and “Why do you think you haven’t been able to find a job yet?” I’ve had it with "I would appreciate the opportunity to speak with you further about how my knowledge, skills and abilities can compliment your team."

I've had it with advice. I'm over it all. If you think you can do it better, faster, smarter, then by all means - sell your house and car and move to Japan for a job that sucks the life out of you and makes you wonder if you can make it out with one tiny piece of your soul left intact and then move home four years later (and by home, of course, I mean someplace you've never been before and where you know no one) only to find that you have to strip all of your accomplishments and probably even your MBA that you worked quite hard for from your resume just to convince someone that you're not overqualified for their shitty job opening and that you won't leave in three months when the “next great thing” comes along because, oh, remember?, the great thing never came along in the first place and that’s why you’re trying to act very interested in their shitty job.

This post has been brought to you by insomnia, IBS, a twitch in my left eye, waking up grinding my teeth every morning, a $300 electric bill, one month straight of daily snow, the fact that I have no more Valium, landlords who won't fix my effing bathroom, a rash on the left side of my face, five extra pounds, the dog next door who will not shut the hell up, and milk in my fridge that went bad three weeks ago and has now turned into a solid.

(Actually, I feel a little better after writing that.)