Bad Moods

[mishalak]

My bad mood has been steadily worsening all day long so I am not going into town this weekend. I'd be likely to punch someone in the jaw when they asked me, "How's the job search going?" On a related note my grandmother asks me that every two or three hours. And then offering up the same advice she does every single day, "I think you should get a haircut and try to get a job where you can move up." I avoid going upstairs for meals so I can stay away from her. This will probably have the positive effect of keeping me from overeating. I hate being here.

Comments

[cindy-reddeer.livejournal.com]

I can't believe people are asking you that already. You have been home barely 2 weeks and havn't gotten your high alititude legs under you yet. I think anyone needs to get the lay of the land, renew friendships, etc. to do an effective job hunt. You don't want to take the first thing you stumble on, you are looking for something that can help find your bliss.

[mishalak.livejournal.com]

Finding your bliss is something that happens to people with blonde hair and trust funds. I work for a living and I've never been happy for longer than four hours at a time in my life. I do just need a job, so I can politely say "I'd rather eat dirt than see you, FUCK OFF" to my family by saying "I'm too busy with work to come out to see you."

[cindy-reddeer.livejournal.com]

I am neither blond nor have a trust fund.:-D I work for a non-profit company in an oil rich province so I make far less than most. But I love my job so I won't leave it to join some oil company that can pay me $10 more an hour than I am making now. Finding a job you like or love is worth not having the new car or the big house. I will stick with my 1991 Sundance and small townhouse. I hope you find something you enjoy doing and still be able to make a decent living and not have to spend a large amount of time with your family. :-D

[mishalak.livejournal.com]

Quite honestly I have never had a job I was happy with. I have come to the conclusion that it is me rather than the job, so I might as well get on with finding a job that will earn me enough money to not be totally misrible rather than looking for a job where I'll be happy.

[cindy-reddeer.livejournal.com]

Ah.. the miserable with cash in your pocket or the happy and poor conflict. It has been going on for a long time. You are young yet and you never know when that opportunity to be happy with cash in your pocket might come along. I know, I know, shut up with the happy talk. You have every right to your bad days. ((Hugs)) :-)

[mishalak.livejournal.com]

No, you still fail to understand. The choice is between having enough money to live on my own by myself and only be mostly miserable, or to have less money and have to live with people I despise and be totally miserable. There is no good choice here, there is no house and good car choice. There is either stuck in my fucking parents basement or there is living a life of quiet misery with a crap car on my own in a cheap apartment. I have never, ever had a job that paid anything like enough to have a new car and a house. I'm not qualified for any such jobs. I am at the bottom end of the scale, there is no "take this job that pays less and you'll be happy at" for me. There is work or be fucked.

[cindy-reddeer.livejournal.com]

Okay, shutting up now. ;-)

[mjlayman.livejournal.com]

Now that I think about it, I don't know what your qualifications are. But Micron here in Manassas is hiring 650 jobs and many of them don't require experience. Doing assemblywork in bunnysuits probably isn't a lot of fun, but they're paying a lot.

Matthew, I had the same choice you do when I was 17 and I became emancipated, became my brother's guardian, and got a job at the hospital. It was better than living with Dad and Sue. It sounds to me like you haven't quite clarified which is better, or at least less bad. I think once you decide that and follow it, the choice will feel better.

[dakron.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear about the bad mood, and you being hastled.

You can always come back to SF. :)

I know of a few people who like having you around.

[mishalak.livejournal.com]

Yes I am sure there are lots of people around who would like to mooch meals off of me or fuck me in SF. I, however, am not at all enticed by the prospect of returning to the least livable city in America. If I wanted to endure that sort of a social environment I would go live in New York where at least the cultural facilities and infrastructure are equal to what one would expect given the number of people who live there. Even LA is a nicer place than the bay, it at least is up front about narcissism and self congratulatory nature of its people. I'd sooner live in Detroit than the bay area.

[dakron.livejournal.com]

Sorry for mentioning it.

[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

I can commiserate. Your grandmother sounds like my mother - except that my mother would be just as happy if I were working at McDonald's. {{{hugs}}}

The other difference is that I'm not living with my mother - if I were, one of us would be dead by now.

cindy_reddeer is absolutely right - you just moved back. Your grandmother needs to understand that it's no longer like the 1950s, when you could put on a suit, walk into an office, drop off a resume and be employed three days later.

[julesjones]

I will not offer advice. I will offer a virtual hug, and the wish that it could be non-virtual if that would be of any use at the moment.

[phoenyxashe.livejournal.com]

=hugs= I'm sorry you've hit a down point right now... and I know well the "living with the grandparent" can be... yours sounds almost exactly like mine was, only staying downstairs wasn't effective. I spent a lot of time out of the house "job hunting".

Well, I did look for jobs... but that only took up about a quarter of the time I spent out...


And if you are looking for something... I believe Dish is still hiring. Weird hours, but semi-decent pay, experience is nice, but not absolute ... it's a call center, so that stress that goes with it, but for "get me out of this damn place" income, not too bad. Rumor has it there's even a deal with one of the apartment complexes nearby that offers a discount rates for Dish employees, but I don't know if Downtown... Littleton is where you want to be.

Go up there (no jeans) fill out the form, hand them your resume, take the two "tests" they need... Then come home and tell the grandmother you're "waiting on important call-backs"...