The room was dark, with my bamboo blinds pulled all the way down, the curtains were drawn completely across, and the door was at a crack, thereby leaving only the smallest traces of any light entering my bedroom, and yet I had awful sleep last night as I kept tossing and turning.  

I kept having dreams about the phone ringing which involved my getting up to answer it, only to hear another phone ringing in another room, only to hear another and another and another, which was a never ending cycle of phone calls.

I woke up exhausted, knowing full well what this stems from – my not being happy with the job market, and unreal expectations of workplace grandeur.

 

Between late last week and yesterday morning I went through nearly every single job listing on two of the major job websites.  Most of the jobs listed were flat out awful sounding to have as an actual job for anything more than a day, especially on a day like yesterday when it was absolutely gorgeous here in NYC. 

Days like yesterday tend to make me feel as though I have just wasted my life yet again by being in an office, away from windows, behind a computer screen, and surrounded by the ugliest of green cubicle walls circa 1982.

Anyways, after looking through some 10,000 plus job listings I ended up only applying to two of them.  When submitting my resume and completing the questionnaires, I was doubting that I would ever hear back from either employer, due to my experience not being in either of those two fields, but just like the lotto, “hey, you never know.”

I only applied to two postings due to my new rule of thumb of not applying to anything that I know for a fact will be a working environment that I would not want to be in – we’ll see how long this rule of thumb lasts.

Both times that I applied, I began checking my cell phone for missed calls after only a few moments of my applying, as if there was someone at the other end of the job posting anxiously drooling in front of an empty email box while waiting for some buffoon like myself to apply for the posted job position, thereby allowing them to immediately call up said buffoon (me) and take about how great I am, throwing respectable amounts of money my way in the form of a job offer.

Unfortunately, the world isn’t set up like this, which means that they didn’t call right away, but I wanted them to, so my brain allowed it to happen while I slept.

On a side note, I will most likely end up being relegated to applying to jobs that I am either highly qualified for, or just about qualified for, and get calls immediately for such jobs that I find to be nauseating.

“Welcome to the working week….”