|Job Opps? Errrr.....no...
||[Dec. 5th, 2003|09:57 am]
|||||"Round Here" by Counting Crows||]|
So where does a guy with a BA in literature, 15 years of retail experience, 8 years of management and a former Channel Sales manager for a software company go to get work? Here's what my lovely opportunities were yesterday:
1. Wal-Mart: Trying to get at least a cashier position.
2. Local coffee shop: And I had to do an ESSAY QUESTION as part of the five-page application.
3. Dollar Tree: Where everything is a dollar, including your wages...
Absolutely no responses to the 43 other resumes/apps I've put out there. The money is rapidly running out, and I can forget about buying Christmas presents.
I have my BofA credit card setup to automatically take out the minimum payment each month. Well, this month they added the yearly fee, which caused me to go $8 over my limit. Because I went over my limit, they added a $32.00 fee to the account. Now, instead of my usual $50 payment, it's going to be $112 to ensure that I don't go over my limit at next billing (their words).
My cell phone bill is usually around $59. This month? $112. When I called, it seems that whoever changed my number from CA to FL didn't move over any of my calling plans (i.e.: unlimited nights and weekends...200 bonus minutes). After an hour and a half on hold, I finally got them to fix it and give me the credit back.
I have a "friend" that called me a few weeks back to cry on my shoulder for 45 minutes about how he loved this guy, didn't know how he could live without him, how this guy pulled him back from the brink of suicide, etc. I kept telling him to tell the guy how he felt, but he kept saying things like "I don't know that I could live if he said he didn't love me" and stuff like that. 45 minutes of this. Two days later, he calls me and leaves a amessage that he called the guy and the guy wants to marry him and so on. Two days later, he's calling and leaving messages sounding all depressed, and that he really needs a friend and where am I and will I ever call him back. You know what? How about asking how **I'M** doing. I'm extremely depressed, unemployed and living with my parents. I don't hear you calling to be MY shoulder.
Gods I miss my meds. And my own space that doesn't involve fighting with my mother or listening to my parents bicker at each other all the damn time.