Both the initial setup and the eventual day-to-day grind.
Looking for a job is just like looking for a bitch. It’s relentless and asinine. I do pretty good for myself in both. I hear on average a person gets an interview 1 out of 25 times. I can do anywhere from 1 in 20 or 1 in 17 if I’m pulling out all the stops on those cover letters and really playing the numbers game. So even on a bad day my chances for an interview are a solid 5% and the average person is only pulling in 2.8%.
That’s still depressing odds. That means writing countless cover letters and trying to get the attention of employers I know don’t give a s~~~ about me as a person only what I can offer them. (Gee that sounds familiar…)
The only real difference is I don’t need a woman to survive, need some sort of income to survive though… you could argue I need a woman to have a complete life. Well, I know YOU GUYS wouldn’t argue that. But I’m making more of a hyperbolic statement of how normies perceive relationships as necessary for happiness.
Well all the same way, I’m just gonna end up settling and have to prioritize. The perfect job does not exist and neither does the perfect woman. The problem is just like with women, it’s not that my standards are high, but that they expect me to have no standards at all and I’m not gonna do that.
The job either better pay REALLY well, require little to no effort on my part, or be something I can actually enjoy. I wanna get into sales just so I can screw people over. I come off as very flamboyant and giggly but in actuality I am actually a very angry and aggressive person who keeps his woman around because they confuse my cynicism and depression for strength and alpha male traits. I’d throw the bitch I’m with down seven flights of stairs for just INSINUATING I was a failure or just a utility for her… Not because I actively enjoy being that much of a dick, I’m just not happy AT ALL and that s~~~ ain’t helping.
But that’s the thing… as a job is always exciting when you first get there, reality settles in and you realize there isn’t going to be improvement. You’re never gonna feel appreciated, the pay isn’t gonna get better, and responsibilities are going to pile up. Both jobs and relationships are a miserable existence. But I’m expected to put in the work… Women aren’t gonna contact me first on plenty of fish, and jobs aren’t going to contact me first at…
Oh wait, they actually do. Tic for tac I actually get not only more responses from jobs I apply for, but jobs that see my resume on monster or indeed and come to ME first. So job hunting is still more rewarding to your efforts than “game”. And despite all of a terrible job’s flaws, they can’t stop paying you, where there’s nothing really stopping a woman from cheating on you, breaking up with you, or with-holding sex. I mean you know… besides the stairs lol.
So basically what I’m getting at was I was getting caught up in applying for jobs when I have a job and becoming more depressed than usual and it hit me like the Trump wall that this IS unicorn hunting… the same way I’m looking for my nawalt, I’m looking for “the job that’ll make me happy”. The worst part is I’ll probably find that before the nawalt.
Blue Skies 2 years, 6 months ago.
