Pour Your Heart Out - Rejected

Today is the first time I have ever linked up with Shell at Things I Can't Say.   I have been down in the dumps lately, trying to claw my way out.  Maybe if I can pour my heart out, I can reach a higher place.

As many of you know, last November I was fired from my job, for the best reason in the world, and in the words of the owner of the company, YOU HATE YOUR JOB.  Uh huh.  Because being that I live in a right to work State, he can do that.

AnyIwanttohurthimbadlylater, I have been applying for jobs since then.  It is depressing me.  

You see, in the olden days, when life was beautiful all the time, and I can see the men with the little white coat, oh wait, I was digressing there for a minute.  Back when I was in my 20's, there was a thing called, looking up a job through the newspaper, or going to the local unemployment office, selecting a job that looked good, and you would call them.  I know,  close your jaws, it's true.  They set you up an appointment right there and then.  You went to your appointment, talked with whomever was going to hire you, and then they would either hire you right on the spot, or gave you a call in a day or two and give you the good/bad news.  They also loved to see on your application that you stayed a jobs for a long time.  Heaven forbid if you had more than 2 jobs a year.  They nolikey.

Nowadays, you have to email in your resume.  Said resume shouldn't include the amount of years experience, say in my case 30 plus years (hello, can you say age discrimination).  I was actually told to put 7+ years in my experience.   

Now, if you are lucky, they won't just throw your resume into file 13.  After they narrow down how well you did on your resume, IF you are even luckier, you will be given an assessment.  In my case, in the last 10 months, I have had 2.  Yup, two whole assessments.  One I didn't even go in for.  Just had to do it all online, because you know, they don't have time to see you.  The other I went in, only to be sitting there when the next applicant came in telling the receptionist, oh I talked to so-and-so yesterday at church blah, blah, blah.  I knew right there and then my assessment was going to go the way of file 13.  Leading me to my next knowledge of, it's not what you do, it's who you do.  What?

If, and this is huge, if you do extremely well on your assessment, you might be the lucky candidate who will be called in for an interview.  How many interviews have I been called into.  Zero, Nada, Ziltch.  Which is really kind of bad for the company doing the hiring, because, I am dependable, In the last 10 years I took a total of maybe 4 sick days.  And three of them I went in to do things that had to be done, and then went home.  I am personable.  But you see, these companies will never know, because the newfangled way of hiring is all on paper.  If they like your "paper", then you get the job.  

For the record, I didn't hate my job.  I might not have liked it some days, but who likes every single minute, of every single day, at their job?   Who has the right to fire you because of that reason?  Apparently the owner, that lives in a small town, has even smaller ways then the big city guys.  But, he has a nice new house in another city, but nobody gets a raise, because they can't afford it.   Hmmm, interesting.

I need a job.  I will be the best darn employee you have ever had.  I will make you laugh, get your stuff done on time, and be there when you need a shoulder to cry on.  

I will be a decision that you will never regret.