Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
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I'm feeling kinda depressed about the whole job hunt thing I've been doing. Over the past two months I've sent off ~45 resumes/coverletters/applications and not one attempt at even a phone interview. I know that that's not all that long, realistically, but I'm still feeling like I'm putting notes in bottles and sending them over Niagra Falls. Blegh.
Oh, Calli, that is so frustrating. I'm so sorry. I know my mom is feeling the same way. She's been searching since November. It's really tough.
I'd do this anyway, in case you stepped outside or got to the point you feared taking a shower or taking Toto for a walk or something.
Yeah. I'll probably just do this. Good points.
Over the past two months I've sent off ~45 resumes/coverletters/applications and not one attempt at even a phone interview.
Oh yeah, I know this feeling. My rule of thumb used to be 200 letters for every interview as the ratio. Kept me from getting suicidal, and really it wasn't that far off.
I just got more word on my own job front - they really want to bring me on board, but don't know what to do with me. Which is nice, but amounts to not much. Until they know what to do with me, they can't draft a contract, and without a contract, I can't work. The options now look like a potpourri of stuff I used to do - LAN Admin, tech writing, manager-trainer, customer liaison. No coding or hard technical stuff, but that's okay. So I still need a bit of the ol' jobma.
On the other hand, if I get a job I'll need actual work clothes - I've only worn cargo pants and funny t-shirts to work for the last couple of years.
I'm feeling kinda depressed about the whole job hunt thing I've been doing. Over the past two months I've sent off ~45 resumes/coverletters/applications and not one attempt at even a phone interview. I know that that's not all that long, realistically, but I'm still feeling like I'm putting notes in bottles and sending them over Niagra Falls. Blegh.
Sorry, you're depressed, Calli. Do you do follow-up on submissions? I know it can be a lot of work and it sucks to get rejected, but sometimes, you can parlay a potential rejection into an interview with a follow-up phone call or letter. DH once got a reject letter for a resume he submitted. He promptly sent the HR person another letter, thanking him for reviewing his resume and that basically told him he was missing out on a great candidate for the job. The HR guy was so impressed, he called DH back for a phone interview. DH managed to wrangle a face-to-face interview from there. Even though he didn't take the job, it was good experience and it taught him to not be afraid to pester HR people in a job search.
HMOG, the cramps! The cramps!
Sorry, had to vent. Now must return to work and try not to whimper.
Poor Nora!
I know I SO don't need to think about this right now, but I'm gonna mention it anyway. Yesterday I saw a sign up at school for someone looking for graduation tickets. I hadn't even thought about that! Each graduate only gets five! Now, that will make sure that my whole family can get in, but none of my friends. I'm gonna have to try to get more tickets when the time comes. Otherwise, I guess everyone will just be able to come to the big party we're going to have.
Oh, and about the party. My parents are so cute. They want to throw a great big party afterwards. I think it's really sweet...and they're already talking about it, which makes me laugh.
Thanks, y'all.
Do you do follow-up on submissions?
I've done a couple, but most of the positions I've applied to have a big, "We'll only contact those who've made the cut. Don't bug us." note on the bottom of the job posting. So it seems like follow-ups into the Big Silence would just tell folks I can't read a job posting.
Sorry about the cramps, Nora. I'm expecting Aunt Flow any minute myself. Which is at least partially responsible for my emotional downs today, I expect.
t packs up a heating pad and chocolate to send to Nora
Someone remind me that I should be productively paying bills while the boy is napping. NOT watching a mediocre version of Lorna Doone on the Biography channel.
"We'll only contact those who've made the cut. Don't bug us." note on the bottom of the job posting.
Pppfffftttt to those people. They miss out on the go-getters, says I. Keep your chin up, Calli. There's a perfect job out there for you. And you'll find it.
Each graduate only gets five! Now, that will make sure that my whole family can get in, but none of my friends. I'm gonna have to try to get more tickets when the time comes.
I don't know how your school works, vw, but I had the same issue for my graduation. I had no problem getting a couple of extra tickets.
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Great. I leave the area, and then all the cool stuff starts happening. Stoopid buffalo.
I SWEAR I heard a traffic report a couple of weeks before the Great Buffalo Escapade of Ought 5 that mentioned a buffalo on the road up in Greenspring. Same vicinity as the later buffalo. But then there was nothing in the paper about it or anything.
The yellow tape is still up on the corner...first time I ever saw it in real life.
My brother and I were coming out of a movie here a couple of years ago and the street we parked our car on was cordoned off. Evidently somebody had been killed there while we were in the theatre. We had to wait a couple of hours (and the movie hadn't let out until after 11) while the police did their investigation. And then there was nothing about THAT in the paper or anything either. So weird. I suppose the guy was in the Dead by Murder this Year stats they run in the Sun (although they may not have started that until the following year) but that was it. poof.
Helicopters over my neighborhood is an every day kind of thing. Granted a lot of times it's the TV ones or the medical transport. Actually the cop ones just started flying here again in the last couple of years after being grounded for a while following a bad accident.
Dag....I've gloomed myself up but good.