Remember Those Gaps in My Employment History? Gone!

30 07 2008

Back in the glory days of college when booze flowed like sweat trickling down summer’s hot ‘n staunchy armpit, not every day was saturated with humidity, but every day seemed to breed something a little sweaty.

During this phenomenal realm of buffoonery there were no jobs, no interviews, no shirts-tucked-in, no offices, no 9 to 5 with the incredible 10 to 6 flex, no bullpuckey questions from the ultimate agitators – HR. “If I was your manager, what type of relationship would we have? I want to learn about you. Can you tell me about the you that is you… the real you within, that is? (What I look for most in a supervisor is someone that will stand tall when I unleash an uppercut into their loins. Someone I can say “fuck off” to with a point and a smile when they ask me to engage in a pointlessly tedious task… all that good stuff.)

… and were back.

In the all-encompassing awesomeness of college, the time was merely now and that now was profoundly invigorating. Booties were shakin’, the earth was quakin’ and my only true worry was crispin’ the bacon.

Peeps would get hammed… Real hammered, and shit would break, and holes would suddenly form in the walls. (I remember the landlord, that nosey fuck of all fucknugs. He’d say, let me handle those types of situations. You let me know if something gets broken. Why? So you can los-jackos-the-rent when you’re done? No thanks, shitface. I got this one.)

Any hole in the wall was plastered with 18 tubes of tartar control toothpaste atop particle board – dappled with peppermint flavor crystals.

Those, truly were the days, but enough reminiscing. One can only look so far into to the past without delving into a gaping cre-vass.

Today’s days are now, and today’s days must include some sort of continuous income… but how? For months, I’ve waddled in this as if a penguin caught in an updraft of heinously chilled winds… and then it hit me – a profound revelation!

Perhaps the resume needs stitching… Patch up those gaps in your employment history like you were corking up the core of the earth (and porkin’ that whore from Fort Worth.)

Check out this heinous gap…

Unemployed: May 2007 – Present…

  • nothing
  • muffin
  • no wait… nothing

What happened there? Seems like a whole lot of nothing…. wait…. What’s that? WHAPOW! That gap just got sealed up something fierce, my friend! Shit was getting done during that time – for real. Those were productive times indeed.

Here’s what really went down (wink, nudge… roundhouse to the forehead, point)

EMployed: May 2007 – Present.

  • doin’ it
  • and doin’ it
  • and doin’ it, yeah!

(Wait… Where?)

What?

(Where? and what did you accomplish?)

What on earth are you asking – “where”…  “accomplish”? Are you with HR? That gap is my employment history is long gone, and that’s all you need to know.

And just as that atrocious gap has poofed into oblivion, so have the glory days of college. They are no more, but a mere memory. They are no more, but a gargantuan hole in the wall: patched up and smoothed over with rich, fresh and ever-so-prosperous peppermint flavor crystals.

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Let’s Engage In a Bit of Small Talk!!!

9 05 2008

Nah, let’s not.





It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Broke-ness

19 04 2008

Out here on the Unemployment Front, the funds have dwindled to an all-time low. I’m not about to throw a dollar amount your way, but if I did, it would spook you beyond the realm of all things spooky. Let’s just say that I eat a lot of rice and bargain meats.

Even on a glorious Saturday, the heavy-weighing gauntlet of finding a job is just as prominent as it is during the week. Actually, it’s worse, but in a different way… The broke-ass reality of it all just keeps popping up wherever and whenever it deems fit. It’s far tougher to avoid on the weekends.

Finally, the weekend arrives and there are peeps around, but I haven’t the cash to do much of anything. So I try to promote gatherings such as bbq’s, beach ventures or good ole’ fashioned mindless chillin’… but the almighty dollar rules the roost, and when you haven’t got it, your options are quite limited, but I’m not going to harp on my broke-ity broke-ness. Even here in the thick of it all… in the heart of the Unemployment Front – I shall maintain.





Second Interview Seems “iffy” at Best

19 04 2008

I went in for an interview for the first time in two months, but a second one seems “iffy” at best. It was going smoothly at first. I nailed a couple of wretched-ass-line-drive-questions out of the park. Then, hit a snag on this one – “Have you ever had issues with another boss or coworker? If so, how did you resolve them?” The first thing that came to mind was the most irritating coworker the world has ever seen, so I rolled with it.

That day she had been hawk-eying me and asking questions of idiocy. What are you staring at? laughing at? looking at? thinking at? Do you need a tissue? I think I smell feet.

However, it was the comment about sneezing that tipped me beyond the boundaries.

Why don’t you go outside to sneeze?” First off, that’s a lengthy stroll… Secondly, screw that.

I declined to reply (After 8 pointless questions in a row I drift)

Well? Are you going to answer? After a couple of minutes, she got up in disgust – which made me giggle out loud. The giggle turned into a cough, and then an explosive burst of laughter, and then an egg fart squeaked free. As she tapered off like a rabid elephant, I felt a sneeze tickle…

In her glorious absence, I proceeded to sneeze a misty spray onto her keyboard. And when she returned I wafted a handful of stank in her direction, and then glanced at her in utter disgust.

“My keyboard is moist” she said. You’re an idiot, I replied, and continued to glare in her direction.

“What’s that smell? She then asked. (Same glare.)

She began to swat away the beefcake aroma with both hands. After a few seconds, I just simply couldn’t hold back the giggles and I strolled on out of the office.

After I finished telling this during the interview, I kindly nodded, proceeded to show myself to the door, and got lost on the way out.

More Buffoonery on the Unemployment Front





If your job is better than mine, then I may comment if I had one.

12 04 2008

There’s an odd truth about jobs – finding them is not so easy, having them can make you queasy and gorgonzola is mighty cheesy.

I’ve endured long bouts with unemployment (one of which I’m trying to present to the world) but to scour old wounds with a brillo can be grueling. Although, a beginning is just that – a beginning.

Is the audience out there? I’m ready to ridicule the shit out of unemployment…





Confession from a Jobless Wonder

27 03 2008

Dear Jobbie Job,

I’m going to get all confessional with you, and I’m not going to feel any remorse for doing so. Do you know what my favorite time of the day is? When I get to sleep in without having to deal with your garbage. Do know what my favorite time in the evening is? When I go to bed whenever I please and don’t have to deal with your wretched existence.

Well, that was mighty refreshing indeed – getting that out in the open.

p.s. My scalp has been preposterously dry lately. Can you recommend an effective moisturizer?

p.p.s Even if you could, you’re still awfully dreadful.