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The rejection game

30 Jul

Any of my friends could tell you that I was the worst single person ever. I was an abomination to single-dom. Mainly because I didn’t understand the whole concept of picking up guys. I didn’t like most guys for some reason or another, and the other ones played the whole phone number waiting game that was just plain ridiculous.

The fact is I’ve never been good at waiting for calls. And now, those calls are- or should I say aren’t- coming from jobs, not unattractive boys in bars. I go to an interview, think I did a great job, start imagining what I would say when I call up and quit my cashier job, and then sit around and wait for the grand call saying “Erica! Please, please come work for our lustrous company! Oh please! We’ll pay you anything, everything you could want! You want rubies!? You’ve got rubies!” Then I tell my parents how great everything went and how I should be starting in a week or so…

And then I wait.

And wait.

And stare at the phone and wait some more.

Trying to leave the phone alone.

I wait and wait for a call from people who, days before, said I was a prime candidate and everything they were looking for. I consider what I will say when I call them and tell them that I have been waiting for a response. And then, like the crazy stalker girl, I call them:

“I was just seeing how my interview went and if I should blah, blah, blah,” when I know they aren’t interested and I’m just embarrassing myself. No one’s calling me back.

This exact situation happened to me with Lucky Brand Jeans the other day. Everything couldn’t have gone better. I wore this bangin’ outfit to the store and my hair looked great. I left my phone and wallet in the car, and I was early. The interview itself, which was originally a group interview until no one but me showed up, was absolutely perfect. They said they would meet my price expectations and that I should expect a call from the district manager within the week. Then… no call.

I waited almost a week before my crazy got the best of me and I called the store. I stammered out how excited I was to get working and get my next interview, and the woman I interviewed with told me she was just getting around to checking my references. I hung up, satisfied, until I realized one thing:

They didn’t ask for references.

So here I am, looking like a total tool again, desperate enough for a part-time job that I would humiliate myself like that. I could get over not hearing back from some dude, but this waiting game I play with jobs is just the worst. I know I shouldn’t let it bother me: I have been working hard since I was 14-years-old and I know the outlines of what it takes to do well. I have a great list of references and any company would be lucky to have me. In fact, I have gotten two job offers in the last 2 months that I have turned down. But, somehow every time I miss out on another job offer I get bothered. Even if its as small as a job folding jeans for rich middle-aged moms trying to look young.

I don’t actually know how to get over the rejection game. In my mind the only way to get over it is to not get rejected. Hopefully, soon I’ll actually have a job offer and a subsequent job that will mean I don’t have to worry about this crap anymore.

My newest endeavor

26 Jul

Trying to find my “career” has been one big brain ache. There are a ton of things I like to do and several things I consider myself good at, but there aren’t a ton of places that are willing to give people like me a try. You know, kids with more passion than experience. We’re in a recession, blah blah blah.

2006: I feel like I've matured beyond retail... An pictures like this.

Instead of trying to jump into a career that I don’t have adequate experience in I have decided to try and look into places that I do have experience with. I have a ton of experience working in retail, I mean I’ve been doing that since I was fourteen-years-old. One problem with that…

Retails sucks.

Retail should be renamed reterrible. Blerg! I really can’t stand it. There are so many reasons why, but in a nutshell I would rather spend a long weekend at a health insurance convention in Possum Trot, Kentucky (real city) with Voldemort and Nagini, and to cut costs we’d all share a double bed without working air conditioning at a Days Inn, than to spend the rest of my life working in retail.

My other option would, of course be journalism, and we all know how well that path is going. If you have been living under a rock and have not witnessed the fall of journalism and reading in general let me share this lovely story with you:

While applying to jobs in college I got hired at a Nordstrom Rack. At one of my endless series of orientations I met a guy who was a sports journalists for the Courier Post in South Jersey. Of course I started telling him how my handsome, charming boyfriend is a sports writer and was looking for a job and asked him how we could go about applying for positions there. The guy started laughing in one of those sarcastic, obnoxious ways and said “I’m at a job interview to fold shirts for a living. Do you think I’m going to be able to help you get a job?”

So with little hope and still very little idea of what I want to do with my life, I looked at my one other hunk of experience: teaching. I have actually done quite a lot of teaching, at summer camps and at the nature park I used to intern at. I just never thought to make it a career path because… I hated school so much. Plus I always thought about my life turning into this glamorous show, with awards and celebrity and all that. Now that I’m a grownup and have realized that I’m not as cool as I thought I was a few years ago, I’m starting to see education as something I would be really good at and could even enjoy. It’s always changing: the curriculum, the students, it all changes day by day. Plus, I would have the chance to be someone who could actually make a difference in the world, not just another cashier at Whole Foods.

I decided to do some snooping around town for substitute teaching positions and I turned up some leads! As of now my general plan is to apply for my substitute teaching license, and then go from there. I had one of the Superintendents I spoke to today even give me some direction on how to obtain an actual teaching license.

The thing is I am a pretty big flip-flopper. I changed my major two… maybe three? times while at college and now look at me. Needless to say I’m fairly skeptical of myself. But- for the first time ever- this is something my parents could see me doing and this is something I could definitely see myself doing. I guess the first step is all I can do for now, and I’ll see where that leads me!

Job Hunting Monday!

25 Jul

So today is one of my (many) days off- only being allowed to work part-time at my job gives me this wonderfully boring luxury- so I spend it as I usually do: job-hunting.

What is a day of job hunting for me look like? Well I wake up around 11 a.m. because I love sleeping more than anything. It’s something I’m very passionate about. I shower and put on some of my dressier attire, get all made up and what not, and head downstairs.

The next several hours are spent on the phone, on Careerbuilder.com and Monster.com and constantly refreshing my e-mails waiting for some sort of reply. Throw a lunch in the middle somewhere, along with the occasional drive into town to fill out some applications in person, and there you have it.

On a day like today I will average about 30 applications a day. With four days of applications a week, some less than others, I probably apply to about 85 jobs a week. So far I have gotten… 5 calls back.

What goes through my head at night? It’s not what wondering why I’m not good enough, that’s for sure. I’m good enough, I’m smart enough… and gosh darnit people like me! But seriously, I can confidently say that I would make a prime candidate for any job that I have applied for. If someone were to just meet me for an interview I know that I could get any job I could want. Not a doubt in my mind.

What I do think about is my future. If I’m being honest with myself I still have no idea what I want to do. I graduated with a journalism degree and I now know that I am not that interested in being a journalist. I have a lot to think about. I want to begin to build a great future for myself but I can’t even figure out where that will start.

I hate Mondays.