Professional Job Applicant
I have a full time job.
I’m pretty good at it too.
I’m a self-proclaimed professional job applicant.
It’s like volunteer work but demoralizing.
The amount of job applications that I’ve sent out in the past two months alone could fill the Grand Canyon. Every time I hit that ‘send’ button to submit my CV/Résumé for a job, I did a little bit inside. Thousands of people apply for the same job, so applying online without having a contact at the business feels like playing a practical joke on yourself–except no one is laughing.
It’s mentally exhausting and emotionally draining–sending out résumé after résumé, application after application.
The way I’ve approached my job situation is that if I apply for enough positions, then statistically, I’ll land one eventually. Out of about 80-100 opportunities that I’ve pursued in the past two months, I’ve landed two part-time, unpaid internships and two interviews.
If my pillow soaks up anymore tears I’ll be sleeping on an ocean sponge.
Finally getting an internship or securing an interview is a big boost in my spirits, even if I don’t get the job, because it’s a return in the investment I made in my time applying, researching, emailing, writing, and calling. Whatever you do, do something. Don’t stop. Keep your head up and fake a positive attitude. Throw yourself to the encouragement and advice of family and friends, because you can’t do it on your own.
The other day I went in for an interview. I felt great, my spirits were high, and I was looking forward to who I would be meeting. In walks another candidate. Then another. And another, until there’s eight of us. Welcome to a group interview. The office was young and hip, everyone was really cool, and things went smoothly. My months of preparation were paying off and I felt I made a great impression.
So, why did I still feel defeated? Didn’t I want the job? Wasn’t I happy about my performance?
Of course I was pleased. I need a job. But, I think the mental effect of applying for oodles of jobs brought me to a point of feeling hungry for the search. What if something else comes along? The desperation of needing a job was replaced with the desperation for waiting for something better, because I know what I’m worth and I want to wait for great.
The job system is screwed up because everyone is applying for and accepting jobs that they don’t really want, but decide to settle on. Accepting a job that you don’t want prohibits someone who does want the job.
Starting yesterday, I only applied for jobs that I (me, Paul) wanted to pursue.
Side note: Are there any rich benefactors out there looking for a tax right off?