06.27.03
I never heard back about any of the applications I dropped off or any of the resumes I faxed out.
Erin told me that I should call the places back and check on the job openings. They apparently expect you to call back about applications and resumes.
Except apparently when the ad says, "No calls." or doesn't offer up phone number other than the faxing kind.
And Mike said that my resume was too long and probably too, erm, unprofessional. And that I didn't need to list references, but could instead mention that they were available upon request. Two pages of length and the inclination towards personability in an objective statement apparently are the quickest way to get a resume ignored.
So I shortened it to slightly more than one page in length, and took out all of the unprofessional bits. It is polished, professional, and boring boring boring,
I compiled a list of possible jobs, and even found a couple of ones that apply to my college degree.
I sent out a resume to an art poster store that is seeking part-time help that posesses art history knowledge and retail experience. I have both. Lots of both. I have a degree in art, have taken ass-loads of art history classes that I garnered me several a+'s.
And I sent out a resume to an art paper boutique that is looking for someone to do bindery work. I can do all sorts of bindery work. And they said that experience wasn't necessary, but I think that a degree in studio art and direct knowledge of and experience with bookbinding is probably something that might get me a response.
All hope is not lost. Worse comes to worse, I can always call about the Beer Tub Attendant/Door Person/Servers ad, because it says no experience is required.
And hopefully I will be able to make $90 by doing a research study that'll take a couple of hours of time. If I could sell my eggs off, I'd totally do that, but I don't have pre-existing spawn and I'm getting old. Honestly, if I have to sell plasma to pay the bills, I'll do it. I've done it before in lean financial times, and I didn't die. I'm in better health now than I was then, too.
Plus, I'm expecting about $150 in rebates sometime soon to arrive at my door.
I should be good until about August 1st, so keep your fingers crossed, people.
Wow, I started this whole thing out as a positive, showing people that I haven't given up hope, am trying, and have even found applications for my formerly useless degree, but now I'm kind of depressed about the possibility of selling off my body parts and the secretions thereof.
At least I'm not desperate enough to look into the Sexual Surrogate Therapist positions that are constantly listed in the Reader. Blech.
What's in your head?