The job market has changed since the last time I threw my hat into the ring of fire. I've had five interviews but I've only talked to one person face to face. I don't think I talked on the phone this much when I was in high school. I'm not a big phone guy either. I can chat with Marrianne or Linda but for the most part I don't like conversations to last over five minutes.
Posting a resume on line is a change since the last time I was job hunting. I think it's ironic. I take every precaution to protect my identity from theft, not that there's too much of anything really to steal. I do everything I can to protect who I am and then I put everything except naked pictures of myself on these job sites.
I'm convinced there are criminals and hard core drug addicts who have better credit scores than I do. I'm certain if they hacked into my personal information they might even use the money generated from cans returned to the supermarket to send me a note of sympathy. Maybe I shouldn't be too worried about my ID being taken. They may actually make my score better.
Between e-mail, faxing, on line applications, and 1.800 numbers you can look for a job from the comfort of your own home. This can lull you into a false sense of security. The reality check comes when the check doesn't come at the end of the week.
I like the free fall. I have no real back up plan. There is no million dollar purse to fall back on. Savings are a bit sparse. This is incentive not to fail. There can be no failure. I know, I know. I feel myself choking on the drama.
Honestly failure sucks unless we're talking about dating. When it comes to dating failure is where the fun kicks in. The two markets, while completely opposite, are incredibly similar. The market has definitely changed since I threw my hat into the ring of fire.
That Beautiful Black Man
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