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DAILY QUOTE: "It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe." - Bob Dylan
Here begins the chronicles of the chronically under-employed. I'm sitting in the zine shop, minding the fort while Ms Susy Soup Kitty Kapow Pow is at her NEIS course. I volunteer here two days a week.
It feels weird to be embarking on a blog about my (usually disgruntled) job search journey. Sort of anti-productive; as though by the mere act of doing this I am screaming to the world "see! I am a slacker entire! This is why I don't have a job!"
Still, I find the process of job-seeking at turns both frustrating and despair-inducing and I can sense in the marrow of me that writing about it will make it less dire. And really, it can be so funny. You wouldn't believe the number of totally fucking odd jobs and interviews I've had and the ways in which I've gotten them.
I'd like to think there's something universal and existential in the slog of finding paid (hopefully meaningful) employment. It challenges so many of our expectations, our fears and hopes for ourselves and our fragile self-regard. It can also be an isolating, shameful experience. Nobody wants to be that one at the party when everyone asks that question "so, what do you do?"
I hope you like this blog. I hope it isn't inane. Mostly, I hope you see some of yourself and your own silly funny crazy important struggles in it.
much love. and hope.