Unemployment Rant

Alright, this whole unemployed applying for jobs business is getting rough.

I've had a fun time with it.

I'm so lucky to be getting unemployment to help with our expenses and I've made the most of my lazy time at home.

But constantly being rejected for jobs is starting to wear on me.

I get rejected for jobs I REALLY want.

I get rejected for jobs I kind of want.

I get rejected for jobs I feel are beneath me.

And every rejection letter is the same.

You were qualified, but others were more qualified.

What applicant beat me out for a secretary position?

I have a Master's Degree.

I'm young, I'm cheap, I'm awesome.

But nope, you can't be our secretary and get paid super low and commute for hours just to get there.

I'm starting to get to that point every unemployed person gets to where you want to reply to the rejection email and just say WHY.  

Enough with the form rejection letter, just tell me why.  Tell me what to do differently; how to be better.

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My husband called in the middle of me writing this blog post in response to my having emailed him that I lost out on a job that I thought was a sure thing.

And as I hung up the phone, I started bawling.

Pathetic, chin quivering bawling.

Ladies and gentleman, my first official unemployment melt down.

I made it 118 days without crying over this stress.

So as awful and pathetic as I look right now sobbing into my keyboard, I'm gonna give myself this one.

This rejection just hit me harder than the others.

It wasn't a dream job by any means, but it was solid and had potential.

And the recruiter and interviewer did that thing they tend to do where they made it seem like I had the job already.

Yesterday I was e-mailing back and forth with them about training for me to do at home for the job.

I spent hours getting my computer to work with their training program.

And today, out of nowhere, they've hired someone else.

Didn't they know that yesterday? 

Couldn't you not have made it seem like I was the only one interviewing?

It just hurts.

And it's hard.

And I feel rejected and like a loser and like my master's degree was a waste of money and time.

AND I'M ON A DIET AND CAN'T GO BINGE ON PITY CHEESE AND BOOZE.

Dammit.

/rant