Despite
my initial intentions of trying to write a witty yet insightful blog about the
books I've read I have managed to write nothing. Well, that's not strictly
true. I have written several, incomplete, entries which are now happily
cluttering up my desktop, the only reason I haven't posted them is because they
are utter crap.
Honestly,
I have tried writing something interesting about the use of archetypes as
relatable, yet stock characters, in popular fiction but frankly its just
terrible. I seem to have lost my insightfulness in the wake of this grey
stupor.
So
I have decided to do what almost every unsuccessful blogger does and use this
opportunity as a form to bemoan my life.
First
off my lack of a job.
I'm
sure everyone on the planet knows how utterly bollocks it is to go looking for
a new job. Not only are you confronted with the frightening statistics of the
lack of employment and underemployment being shouted at you from every
available media outlet but you must constantly avoid your creditors for all the
horrible amounts of money you owe them. Because like an idiot you thought that
"getting an education" in a given field would somehow improve your
chances of getting a job.
This
is of course faulty thinking. Just because you got an education in a given area
doesn't make you somehow unique and therefore more employable. There are
literally a thousand of other people who have the exact same education with
similar or more experience and are infinitely more likeable then you, so there
is really no reason you should get that job over Sally Sue there who in her
spare time nurses three legged blind cats and is much prettier then you anyway.
Of
course everyone says it’s not about what you know it’s who you know that gets
you that job so you must network!
Network?
Network?! Is there anything more hateful then networking. I have never, ever,
met some one who lists networking as a favourite pass time. No one. Most people
I talk to about it grimace when ever networking is mentioned but they all put
on that waxy rictus of a smile and chirp out "but you gotta do
it".
I
don't think any of the potential participants enjoy the whole networking thing.
Its basically going up to perfect strangers and pretending to be friends with
them in the hopes that they might somehow help you get a job in the near and
distant future.
Don't
get me wrong I'm a moderately social person and genuinely enjoy meeting new
people whether socially or professionally but somehow the specter of
"networking" taints the whole interaction. I feel like I'm using
them, or that they are using me, for some insidious selfish purpose. Which I
suppose when you look at it objectively you basically are.
Yet
this is some how okay, why? In any other scenario using someone for your own
end is always seen as bad or wrong yet not in this context. Is that the point?
Is the perceived cultural and social morality of society only a thin veneer? Is
this the real world, we just use each other up till we get what we want then
bugger off?
I'm
getting off topic. To much philosophical meanderings leads to nothing but
trouble.
Anyway,
my point is, looking for a job sucks.
