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I Didn’t Get The Job…

on December 12, 2012

I wanted to post something funny tonight, but I’m just not in the mood. After searching for almost a year, I’m still having trouble finding a job. My son is now 6 months old, so I can’t really blame him anymore…

I was aiming for a great position recently. I mean, awful location, terrible commute, reasonable pay, and probably some pretty cool coworkers, but the recruiter called today to let me know that while they liked me very much, they liked someone else just a *little bit* more.

I’ve tried explaining to my friends why this is so upsetting for me. That, having a child, I feel like the stakes are that much higher. When you have to scrimp and save to buy a cold weather hat… you die a little inside knowing that you are barely making ends meet, and sometimes, they don’t.

I don’t mean to be a downer, and I’ll probably return to my regularly scheduled self tomorrow. But for tonight, I didn’t get the job. I’m dodging calls from creditors. I’m going to have to work something out with the mortgage company.

Because I didn’t get the job.

Welcome to my pity party. We’re serving chocolate cake.


*Someone put a fucking candle in my muffin. And that’s not even a euphimism for something good.*

9 responses to “I Didn’t Get The Job…

  1. Ki Vault says:

    Can’t like this post as that would be weird, but I hope you find something soon,never give up!

  2. Ki Vault says:

    Right, in fact your attitude is as grand as ought.

  3. lifestrickery says:

    Crossing my fingers for you. I have been there and it’s never easy, especially with a child. Chin up and do the best you can to keep positive.

  4. ekgo says:

    Just in case you are still feeling down about this – and I know I have a ways to go in my backstalking so this story could have totally changed – only worry about the grown-up parts of this. Don’t worry about how poverty could affect your child because, honestly? You’ll find him food and you’ll get him what he absolutely needs and it’s actually really fun growing up poor. I’m not even being sarcastic there. I have amazing memories of picking wild asparagus on the side of a mountain with my mom from when I was a toddler. They couldn’t afford groceries so I got an adventure. There won’t be any emotional trauma for him, is what I’m getting at.
    It’s stressful and it sucks but, as Calvin’s dad always says, “It builds character” and I’m suuuure you need TONS of help in that department. :/ (Ok, that WAS sarcastic. Or flippant, maybe. Something that indicates I meant the opposite of what I typed)

    • H. Stern says:

      So, I wrote an email to The Bloggess after I was fired, and I basically put it out there that I didn’t expect a response from her, but I didn’t know what I was going to do about the fact that I couldn’t provide for my son. I told her all my fears and how it made me feel…. and she wrote back! She said the same thing you said. Most kids have no idea they’re poor. And I get that. But honestly, I don’t know if I’ll ever fully recover from the feeling of not being able to afford buying a winter hat for my son. It just messes with you, man.

      • ekgo says:

        Isn’t she AMAZING? I love that she cares so much for everyone in the whole freakin’ WORLD, though that’s gotta be draining. I absolutely pass out and die every time she answers an e-mail from me. OMG, I love that woman.
        And you’ll get over not being able to afford a hat for your son. Just wait until he starts in on the, “I HATE YOU!” and slamming doors. Then you’ll wish you’d have just strangled him when you had the chance. At least, this is how it goes according to my own mom.

        • H. Stern says:

          Honestly, I don’t know if I’ll ever get over the feeling of not being able to provide for my child. But yes, I imagine that if I’m very lucky, and I sacrifice just the RIGHT number of virgins to my deity, I will be lucky enough to be frustrated by slamming doors and the whine of “Moooooo-oooooooooooooom!!!” I’d be very happy if that’s the worst thing that ever happens to me from now on!

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