Searching for a job whilst working at a job you absolutley loathe.justjohn said:Damn, this morning alone I must've sent about 15 cvs,each of them individually altered to suit that specific job, and the most depressing thing is they wont even bother to read it let alone a courtesy reply.
Life fucking sucks
Darklord said:Only thing more depressing than job searching is being in a job that you hate and want to leave but if you leave you'll be stuck job searching. It's a lose/lose situation.
Jedeye Sniv said:Agencies are your friend.
justjohn said:Damn, this morning alone I must've sent about 15 cvs,each of them individually altered to suit that specific job, and the most depressing thing is they wont even bother to read it let alone a courtesy reply.
Life fucking sucks
That's a good advice actually. I think I'm gonna start doing that.otake said:You've got to put more into it. Call in, ask for the manager of the appropriate group. Be more proactive, otherwise, you're just another electronic document.
I usually get that but you can obviously tell it's an autated response.MIMIC said:When I was looking for work, the worst part was that out of all of the resumes that I sent out/applications that I filled out, I only received ONE response that it was being looked at.
And don't get me started on walking in the snow! When I was a youngster I had to walk 10 miles to school each day and 10 miles back, and we were too poor to afford boots or socks, so I had to catch rabbits with my bare hands and tie them to my feet with vines, which were very hard to come across in the winter needless to say. Naturally the rabbits would bite at my feet, so whichever toes I didn't lose to frostbite were inevitably chewed off like so many carrots, not that we ever had a food so fancy as carrots to eat. No sir, that would've been an unimaginable luxury. We ate worms instead! And when we had worms to eat we were lucky. Most of the time I just chewed on a leather belt handed down from my great great grand pappy. I thank the Lord every day for that belt...bjork said:There's plenty more tedious. You could have a job painting the eyeballs on action figure heads in some sweatshop.
There's plenty more depressing. My friend that's barely one week dead from cancer would probably love to be able to have a job hunt as the biggest problem in her life.
Wat, mom and dad paid for everything until you were 22?MYE said:I got lucky. I'm 22, i never bothered doing a proper C.V. after finishing uni, and i dont even know what a normal job interview is :lol
GrotesqueBeauty said:And don't get me started on walking in the snow! When I was a youngster I had to walk 10 miles to school each day and 10 miles back, and we were too poor to afford boots or socks, so I had to catch rabbits with my bare hands and tie them to my feet with vines, which were very hard to come across in the winter needless to say. Naturally the rabbits would bite at my feet, so whichever toes I didn't lose to frostbite were inevitably chewed off like so many carrots, not that we ever had a food so fancy as carrots to eat. No sir, that would've been an unimaginable luxury. We ate worms instead! And when we had worms to eat we were lucky. Most of the time I just chewed on a leather belt handed down from my great great grand pappy. I thank the Lord every day for that belt...
shuri said:Wat, mom and dad paid for everything until you were 22?
I didn't. You have my condolences. I'm not a stranger to cancer. I've lost loved ones to it and even tangled with it myself. That wasn't my point though. The thread title is more of a rhetorical question. I wasn't downplaying the gravity of your loss, I was taking a jab about the need to one-up someone's legitimate hardship. "It could be worse, you could be dead" is sort of a blanket sentiment.bjork said:I'm glad you found humor in someone dying.
It's common in the UK.shuri said:Wat, mom and dad paid for everything until you were 22?
Yeah, pretty much the same here. I've had a tough time looking for jobs, sent off a load of applications and only got automated replies.Count of Monte Sawed-Off said:Ugh, yeah. Had an interview last week, but didn't get it. I have a couple other applications out there, hopefully there will be more success there.
otake said:You've got to put more into it. Call in, ask for the manager of the appropriate group. Be more proactive, otherwise, you're just another electronic document.
bjork said:There's plenty more tedious. You could have a job painting the eyeballs on action figure heads in some sweatshop.
There's plenty more depressing. My friend that's barely one week dead from cancer would probably love to be able to have a job hunt as the biggest problem in her life.
justjohn said:Damn, this morning alone I must've sent about 15 cvs,each of them individually altered to suit that specific job, and the most depressing thing is they wont even bother to read it let alone a courtesy reply.
Life fucking sucks
GrotesqueBeauty said:I didn't. You have my condolences. I'm not a stranger to cancer. I've lost loved ones to it and even tangled with it myself. That wasn't my point though. The thread title is more of a rhetorical question. I wasn't downplaying the gravity of your loss, I was taking a jab about the need to one-up someone's legitimate hardship. "It could be worse, you could be dead" is sort of a blanket sentiment.
PantherLotus said:This is pretty poor taste, bjork. Comparing your friend's lost battle with cancer to some poor schmuck's job search. Just...yuck. Unless you're joking, and then, that's just no bueno, man.
justjohn said:That's a good advice actually. I think I'm gonna start doing that.
Jedeye Sniv said:Agencies are your friend.
industrian said:Back when the UK economy hit the shit in October 2008, I sent out 38 applications between October and December - all written specifically for the job - and only got one interview. I hate applying for jobs. They're too much hassle.
Jedeye Sniv said:Agencies are your friend.
Wickerbasket said:It's common in the UK.
bjork said:But it's as factual as "looking for work is shitty", is it not? The fact that the OP has access to internet, the ability to look for work, etc... there's loads of people who'd trade places with him in a second. But to him, "life fucking sucks." Ok, I guess.
Just trying to put things in perspective.