I had a job interview this morning that I didn't really want to go to and I didn't even want the stupid job but I went anyways for various reason and I just found out I didn't get it. Now I'm really bummed and I know it's the dumbest thing because like I said I didn't even want the dumbass job but ->-bleeped-<- !!  I'm sort of scraping the bottom of the barrel as far as jobs go because I don't have a lot of experience but whatever right? but now I'm sitting here feeling like crap because if I can't even get a job I don't want how the hell am I going to get a job I do want. So even I can see how illogical I'm being which makes me feel better in a way but I guess its the fact that I was technically 'rejected' again. Like finding out someone you don't want to go out with doesn't want to go out with you either !! Like, how come, what the hell is wrong with me ??

Don't take it so hard. She didn't want to go out with anybody.

They could be looking for a very exceptional person who likes minimum pay. There's got to be one out there if they keep looking.

As someone who has applied for over 1,000 jobs in the past 5 years - received 4 yeses, 2 nos and the rest completely ignoring me - I know how you feel.

I think the gist of it is that even if you don't want the job, you see absolutely no reason why they should not want you - after all, you are great.

I once wrote this as irritated response.


What Qualities do you have that make you suitable for the job?

I'm an enthusiastic, lively person with a good sense of humour. I am not scared of approaching strangers and have found myself to be very skilled at talking to customers, frequently having customers who have returned just to speak to me. I am confident with conveying and presenting ideas, whether it was bringing history to life on the top of a bus, or presenting ideas at small meetings with the university student union. I have a flair for performance but am also a good listener, and often seem to find out more about strangers in a short time then most other people. I am smart and intelligent. I can pick up new sequences and ideas quickly, and can apply them to situations without being prompted. I can think for myself and use both intuition and reason to think of sensible and workable strategies. At the same time I do not have a problem with taking orders or following a 'house style'. I am rigorous in cleanliness, though I tend towards casual friendliness over formality. I have a good way with words, both spoken and written. I can understand complex ideas easily and then break them down into simpler ideas in order to explain or pass them on. I am reasonably fit and can stand up all day, reasonably strong and can carry objects of a medium weight. I smile a lot and am nice to have on a team. I am creative, I can think of new ways of doing things, or just to entertain. I am reliable, I can be given a list of tasks and will move diligently from one to the other without being told to. I learn very quickly, and it doesn't take me long to become acquainted with the stock and to converse authoritatively with customers about it. I would be an asset to any team, friendly, funny, affable and intelligent. Not that it matters because you'll just ignore this application anyway and employ your aunty's friend's nephew.

Ha, I was wondering how that was suppose to be irritated until I got to the end.

Honestly, I took up the motto a long time ago that if it's not a job that I want (nor can handle) then I'd rather live on the streets. Because of my natal masculinity, most people automatically say "Well, you're a man, go get a man's job at the auto-shop, they're always hiring!" when I complain about not finding work, but with not bothering to mention how my father would physically abused me regularly because I refused in my youth to work in a tobacco field for no pay and with not bothering to mention how overly-masculine jobs cause me some of the most severe self hatred there can be, I simply do not want to work a hot, outdoor job for 9 hours a day. Don't care if it pays $20 an hour. Plus, I have extremely sensitive skin that's prone to both skin-cancer and instant sun-burn. And then my scoliosis and all that makes it pretty tough to pick things up with the whole back-support thing, can't exactly carry around 80lbs worth of concrete mix bags all day.

Actually, I would indeed do it for around $30 and hour, to be honest. Absolutely no less. I'd put up with all the pain in the world that'd allow me to have enough paycheck to afford all my proper doctors visits. But not for the same wage as someone who works at McDonald's. Won't do it. Personally, my current dream job is to work at a liquor store, I absolutely love drinking and I love all the fine differences and histories behind all the various types of drinks out there, and I love stocking shelves and making things very presentable and focused for sale. I'm very perfectionist about things if I run a merchandise store, and honestly, liquor stores are surprisingly always run by lesbians, surely they'd like me a lot. Plus, I adore employee discounts, I'd practically keep them in business.

i've been going for a couple years without getting a job. it's really annoying that the only jobs they would want me for in cities are those outside kindergarten/school time. and even worse in the countryside because the jobs are too few, and there is always one person who is slightly better than me. but now it looks like i can get a well paid job that i'll even like, just because i visited a friend and his husband and asked if they had a job for me. and even worse, earlier this week when sending some papers for another job application i was asked by a former president of the sami parliament if i was free to work as his secretary. the job market really works in it's own way, where acquaintances are more important than mostly anything else

Quote from: RhinoP on August 27, 2011, 01:45:16 AM
Honestly, I took up the motto a long time ago that if it's not a job that I want (nor can handle) then I'd rather live on the streets. Because of my natal masculinity, most people automatically say "Well, you're a man, go get a man's job at the auto-shop, they're always hiring!" when I complain about not finding work, but with not bothering to mention how my father would physically abused me regularly because I refused in my youth to work in a tobacco field for no pay and with not bothering to mention how overly-masculine jobs cause me some of the most severe self hatred there can be, I simply do not want to work a hot, outdoor job for 9 hours a day. Don't care if it pays $20 an hour. Plus, I have extremely sensitive skin that's prone to both skin-cancer and instant sun-burn. And then my scoliosis and all that makes it pretty tough to pick things up with the whole back-support thing, can't exactly carry around 80lbs worth of concrete mix bags all day.

Actually, I would indeed do it for around $30 and hour, to be honest. Absolutely no less. I'd put up with all the pain in the world that'd allow me to have enough paycheck to afford all my proper doctors visits. But not for the same wage as someone who works at McDonald's. Won't do it. Personally, my current dream job is to work at a liquor store, I absolutely love drinking and I love all the fine differences and histories behind all the various types of drinks out there, and I love stocking shelves and making things very presentable and focused for sale. I'm very perfectionist about things if I run a merchandise store, and honestly, liquor stores are surprisingly always run by lesbians, surely they'd like me a lot. Plus, I adore employee discounts, I'd practically keep them in business.

I can't blame you for not working like a dog for minimum wage especially if you have health problems.

Pica Pica,  I love it.  I wish I had the nerve to hand out a few lol