So I'm back on the job market..(a rant)
January 4th 2008 13:23
So the large nonprofit, customer oriented firm that I was working for let me go. And it feels really badly. So bad in fact that I have become a tad bit discouraged. I was such a good employee, how could they possibly do this? Seriously, I am scared for my well being! Dealing with so much rejection as well as trying handle the fact that I am 23, a college grad with no car on the Eastside of Detroit makes me feel like there really is no coming up.
But, all that aside, I am back on the job market. I went so far as to make up little cards that lists a few of my credentials, as well as my contact info and the fact that I am available for immediate hire. Its extreme, but a girl has to be prepared. I've scoured the internet and now I see hope with idea of contacted firms that have not listed positions and requesting an internship. Maybe I am just setting myself up for more rejection, maybe this is a lesson in writing. But I am going all out. Its not going to be like before, I promise, where I was poor, hungry and lonely for work for close to four months. Nope, I am not going in that direction again.
And why is that every time I go looking for a work outside of my home office (the backroom that my parents let me sleep in) I always end up meeting a random, doesn't-have-it-together man. Seriously? Do I wear a I'll-Be-Nice-Even-Though-You- Have-Nothing-To-Offer sign on my back that I don't know about. Take for instance Mr.S, I met him on my way to the post office. I had just got off work and was looking pretty fly, (suit and tie, on a woman, you know its hot). At first glance I thought he was taller, he immediately asked me if I wanted to go get a drink in an elite bar at the top of the RenCen (by far the tallest building in Detroit). Obviously he was having a good day, because he was all smiles and had a little pep in his little step. I didn't really feel like going home and I had never been to the bar so I accepted his invitation. First mistake. He talked for hours about his life was so hard and how he was waiting on a check from the city and when he got it, he would be floating free. He then proceeded to not let me talk the entire time. He cut me off, negated my experience, that is until I asked, how much exactly this check was for. He stopped, smiled broadly and looked towards the ceiling, "Twenty-five hundred dollars!" My expression went blank. I had to be mistaken, I must've not heard him right. All of the things he told me he wanted to do added up to atleast $17,000. These things included, paying his rent until the end of the year, paying off tickets (Detroit tickets and driver responsibility fees = $1500) buying a new car, clothes for his two children and possibly moving to Ohio (which he described as a land of opportunity and freedom). But I stayed calm, ended the date and made my home.
Until he called me. He wanted to go out again. I told him I had a man, and he insisted...swearing that my man can't treat me the way he could. I conceded. I would try to let him down to his face. We went to my favorite restaurant, I ordered a salad and he gave the waitress a hard time as to what kind of bread the cheeseburger was on, poppyseed bun.
He spoke and spoke and spoke and promised and swore and spoke, and called me "baby" about fifty-nine times. Then went on to how much he is respected in the streets. It was horrible. Finally I began my descent withdrawal. "Why should you get some respect? What do you know that I don't? You talk about your parole officer like he is doing you wrong, when in fact you are the one that broke the law, not him. The tables aren't in your favor, do you think the streets have anything to do with the economy who really runs the city. I hope not, all I see when I'm in the streets is a bunch of uneducated black men that do not pay taxes, and gripe when their children's mother ask for anything. Seriously, you say respect, I say fear. You are actually scared to be legitimate, you are so fearful of having a real job that you'd rather sell drugs and kill someone. That's stupid to me." He was shocked, I had let him know that I was smart, but now he knew that I was really smart, and was going to wait around for his bull.
Princess Save-A-Hoodlum has resigned, and I am back on the JOB MARKET!
But, all that aside, I am back on the job market. I went so far as to make up little cards that lists a few of my credentials, as well as my contact info and the fact that I am available for immediate hire. Its extreme, but a girl has to be prepared. I've scoured the internet and now I see hope with idea of contacted firms that have not listed positions and requesting an internship. Maybe I am just setting myself up for more rejection, maybe this is a lesson in writing. But I am going all out. Its not going to be like before, I promise, where I was poor, hungry and lonely for work for close to four months. Nope, I am not going in that direction again.
And why is that every time I go looking for a work outside of my home office (the backroom that my parents let me sleep in) I always end up meeting a random, doesn't-have-it-together man. Seriously? Do I wear a I'll-Be-Nice-Even-Though-You- Have-Nothing-To-Offer sign on my back that I don't know about. Take for instance Mr.S, I met him on my way to the post office. I had just got off work and was looking pretty fly, (suit and tie, on a woman, you know its hot). At first glance I thought he was taller, he immediately asked me if I wanted to go get a drink in an elite bar at the top of the RenCen (by far the tallest building in Detroit). Obviously he was having a good day, because he was all smiles and had a little pep in his little step. I didn't really feel like going home and I had never been to the bar so I accepted his invitation. First mistake. He talked for hours about his life was so hard and how he was waiting on a check from the city and when he got it, he would be floating free. He then proceeded to not let me talk the entire time. He cut me off, negated my experience, that is until I asked, how much exactly this check was for. He stopped, smiled broadly and looked towards the ceiling, "Twenty-five hundred dollars!" My expression went blank. I had to be mistaken, I must've not heard him right. All of the things he told me he wanted to do added up to atleast $17,000. These things included, paying his rent until the end of the year, paying off tickets (Detroit tickets and driver responsibility fees = $1500) buying a new car, clothes for his two children and possibly moving to Ohio (which he described as a land of opportunity and freedom). But I stayed calm, ended the date and made my home.
Until he called me. He wanted to go out again. I told him I had a man, and he insisted...swearing that my man can't treat me the way he could. I conceded. I would try to let him down to his face. We went to my favorite restaurant, I ordered a salad and he gave the waitress a hard time as to what kind of bread the cheeseburger was on, poppyseed bun.
He spoke and spoke and spoke and promised and swore and spoke, and called me "baby" about fifty-nine times. Then went on to how much he is respected in the streets. It was horrible. Finally I began my descent withdrawal. "Why should you get some respect? What do you know that I don't? You talk about your parole officer like he is doing you wrong, when in fact you are the one that broke the law, not him. The tables aren't in your favor, do you think the streets have anything to do with the economy who really runs the city. I hope not, all I see when I'm in the streets is a bunch of uneducated black men that do not pay taxes, and gripe when their children's mother ask for anything. Seriously, you say respect, I say fear. You are actually scared to be legitimate, you are so fearful of having a real job that you'd rather sell drugs and kill someone. That's stupid to me." He was shocked, I had let him know that I was smart, but now he knew that I was really smart, and was going to wait around for his bull.
Princess Save-A-Hoodlum has resigned, and I am back on the JOB MARKET!
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