Job Hunting, And Other Depressing Sports
The job hunt.
Makes it sound so thrilling, somehow. Such an aggressive, exciting pursuit. The term does dress it up a little, which i suppose is the point, since what you're actually doing is pathetically prostituting yourself all over town. If you're lucky, you're looking for the highest bidder. If you're the rest of us, you're looking for any bidder at all. This is not a pasttime calculated to boost one's ego.
Which is one downside to serving with Mercy Ships. There are two, in fact. First off, the Mercy Ships experience for many can be summed up as...well...growth-enabling. You've never led a team before? Really? Well, here's sixteen students and eleven thousand dollars in cash, and we'll just drop you off here in the middle of the Dominican Republic. See you in six weeks!
Hm, yes, where was i? Oh: the first downside. Anyway, the net effect of that kind of trust, in the end, is to make it really discouraging when you go back home and apply for a job as Part-Time Assistant Photocopying Clerk and they peer over their half-glasses and regretfully inform you that you lack the necessary Experience.
Which brings me to the second downside. When K. was looking in December, one temp agency (who liked her, in fact) told her that her resume frankly just wasn't very "impressive." Working in four foreign nations alongside citizens of a dozen more, as a team leader, carpenter, roofer, receptionist, mason, deckhand, and computer technician? No, all we really want to know is if she can file things in alphabetical order. Sigh.
So my resume is a little... diverse. So i haven't been working in my degree-related field. So one interviewer actually asked me, last week, what i wanted to be when i grew up. Well, i'm tough. I can take it. Something will come along. Besides, by the most important independent measure of jobhunting success, i am doing exceedingly well. I have not yet stooped to watching daytime TV.
Makes it sound so thrilling, somehow. Such an aggressive, exciting pursuit. The term does dress it up a little, which i suppose is the point, since what you're actually doing is pathetically prostituting yourself all over town. If you're lucky, you're looking for the highest bidder. If you're the rest of us, you're looking for any bidder at all. This is not a pasttime calculated to boost one's ego.
Which is one downside to serving with Mercy Ships. There are two, in fact. First off, the Mercy Ships experience for many can be summed up as...well...growth-enabling. You've never led a team before? Really? Well, here's sixteen students and eleven thousand dollars in cash, and we'll just drop you off here in the middle of the Dominican Republic. See you in six weeks!
Hm, yes, where was i? Oh: the first downside. Anyway, the net effect of that kind of trust, in the end, is to make it really discouraging when you go back home and apply for a job as Part-Time Assistant Photocopying Clerk and they peer over their half-glasses and regretfully inform you that you lack the necessary Experience.
Which brings me to the second downside. When K. was looking in December, one temp agency (who liked her, in fact) told her that her resume frankly just wasn't very "impressive." Working in four foreign nations alongside citizens of a dozen more, as a team leader, carpenter, roofer, receptionist, mason, deckhand, and computer technician? No, all we really want to know is if she can file things in alphabetical order. Sigh.
So my resume is a little... diverse. So i haven't been working in my degree-related field. So one interviewer actually asked me, last week, what i wanted to be when i grew up. Well, i'm tough. I can take it. Something will come along. Besides, by the most important independent measure of jobhunting success, i am doing exceedingly well. I have not yet stooped to watching daytime TV.
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