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I am getting so fucking sick and tired of rejection after rejection when it comes to my finding a job. In the past 5 weeks, I have sent out close to 75 resumes and applications and have been rejected on numerous occassions. I've only had 2 interviews, and both jobs turned out to be a dead end. One place was nothing but a multi-level marketing scheme (read: pyramid scheme) and the other operated under business hours that goes against the public transit system I am forced to use.

What I can't understand is that I've been applying for jobs that I KNOW I have the skills and experience to do. I've even received emails saying that I don't have the right skill set and experience for the job applied for.

I'm finding myself at a complete loss as what I should do? Do I lower myself to taking a job at a fast-food restaurant? Do I lie on my resume to make me sound better than I am? Abby suggested to me that I look into finding a program where the government might be able to assist me with paying for some training to enhance my skills, or learn new ones. That could be an option, but options are running as short as my supply of income.

Basically, I'm getting very depressed and upset over this whole situation. People keep telling me, "Keep your chin up, buddy! Something is bound to come along soon!" I've been working for 19 years of my life so far and these 5+ weeks of unemployment has been my longest stretch in that 19 years in the working world. I'm beginning to feel worthless, hopeless, and that the world is against me.

Okay, ending my rant now.

You could always sell drugs. (=

Oh, I've thought about that Ikku! Only, my circumstances would prevent me from doing so in so many aspects. No car. No cell phone. Living in my parents basement. And not having enough start up cash to invest in a large quantity of bud.

So many strikes against me in so many ways that it's really painful right now. If it wasn't for the fact I have a great lady supporting my emotions, and lending a helping hand in my job search, I'd probably be buried under my blankets in a heap of sobbing self-pity...or worse.

Chin up, ol' chap...chin up! *sigh*

the quicker you look into the second career programs the government has to offer the better.

my second piece of advice....see if you can go on welfare

best advice ever given
http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comme ... raid_what/

Guy posts from a laptop on reddit: "I pissed the bed, girl is next to me, afraid what to do next."

The best advice is found to be, "Pour water on her crotch."

man follows advice. girl is super embarrassed because she thinks she pissed the bed. guy has second date next week.

BAM

HAHAHAHA pity gore is such a stud in the sack...

keep searching man... it took me a good six months to finally land a job with an architecture firm...
a lot of the time its right place right time...

hope you get one soon

unfortunately, after smoking this silly strong kief dust, finally finding the willpower to make one last move from my den, in order to find the hound, tempt him to sleep with his toy donkey, truly, i expected to find him asleep, on his lounge chair or in the cupboard...an easy fluffy dwarf wookie kid to draw to my den and ease, alongside me, into the dream realm...this was not to be. as right now, i can still hear his vicious, very serious growls. For the little kunt found some food scraps on a plate in Jordan's room, and has since gone psycho...after trying to coax him away from the plate, with my terribly stoned pathetic pleas of 'for fucks sake, mate...cut that shit out, its sleep time you fool', and failing, obviously, i have retired to my den once again...far too startled to gain at best, anything other than an awfully misplaced chuckle...i must grab the ewok banshee from jordan's room, perhaps trick him with a treat...then sleep.

pigs ears kong pigs ears

you filthy witchdoctor nazi!...spouting your jungle juju jibe talk at me/...i am a minister of the Mormon Kings. Show some respect...dickmaggot!...fondly...jesus and Freddy KrugerX

feed them to your furry kamikaze not yourself kong...

send word of our garden date...

truly a demented exchange, my friend...friday evening seems fine and dandy. Anytime after 430 ish i am able to relax into a bottle of vodka and socializing. remind me...for fucks sake!

i dislike almost all small dogs

i will release 6 jackrussels in abby's house and laught.

i must have told you jack russels are my least favorite.

yes - you did.
and i remember that from the past.

we're in the future abby.