Today I sent out numerous resumes and cover letters. I even filled out a U.W. research survey regarding women’s sexual responses just to get entered into a raffle for $200. I have moments of real hope for some of these jobs…and moments of complete and total despair.
When I visited a Cingular Wireless store the customer service rep was this odd little woman. She kept saying stuff like “shyeah” and rolling her eyes and other wierd tics. While she sat on hold with Corporate Cingular she engaged me in idle chitchat. I told her I was looking for work, hopeful that she might have some good leads. (I’m telling everyone that I’m unemployed these days). She says, “Oh I know how that goes, it took me 6 months to find a job.” Really? I inquired when that was, since I’ve heard that two years ago Seattle’s economy was at an all time low. “Well, I moved here in August, I just NOW got a job.” This was the last thing I wanted to hear. I said, “Well, what’s your specialty? I mean what were you applying for exactly?” She rolled her eyes and said dramatically, “I applied for anything and everything.” Well, crap, that really freaked me out. I can’t be out of work for six months. I consoled myself by recognizing the fact that she was really wierd, and maybe that’s why it took her so long to find a job.