Unemployment and the magic jack beanstalk.
Okay, there is no “magic jack beanstalk” but there is still the issue of unemployment. Tying my shoes, making calls. Calls to friends and family although I haven’t heard back from some (ok, one family member and you know who you are) and many of my FaceBook friends have remained,mute. Maybe I will have better luck contacting the starving children in Bangladesh that I talk about so often at suppertime.
I was even informed, that I could not use Jesus as a personal reference. What gives? Sure, He died for me on a cross made of wood and wire, but too busy to take a call from a prospective employer to give me a reference?
To those that have asked for my resume, I salute you. I humbly thank you that yes, you actually care about me. Not just about some of the silliness that I post, but that somewhere, I register on your radar. (And you know who YOU ARE!) Does unemployment automatically make one a pariah? Did I develop leprosy that no one cared to tell me about? Do my feet smell that bad?
My job coach/close friend has suggested that I start calling everyone that I know. And I am. I am going to call, and call until I can’t call no more. or until I get a job, whatever comes first. So maybe you know someone with a small project they can’t get off their desk” or ” if you know of any small business owners who need help with XXX so they can concentrate on their business/sales (whatever)” tell them about my plight, about my sacred madness!
Update: The one interview that I did have so far has garnered no call back so I assume that I did not get the job. I guess that I shouldn’t complain too loudly, but man! I washed my hair and put on nice pants and brushed my teeth! For what?