Saturday, April 10, 2010

I am so fucking pissed off right now that I am surprised that I haven't started breaking shit. Throwing and breaking shit is definitely not my normal m.o. but my frustration level has reached such a point that I wouldn't put it passed me.

So I applied for yet another job. I was selected as one of the 15 candidates to be interviewed. This was out of 100 applicants. I believe the interview went well. I answered all of the questions honestly and openly. Why wouldn't I? I have nothing to hide and I want you to know and understand who you will be working with.

So the selection process was made and the field was narrowed. Did I make the cut? NO! Why? I want too much money.

Now considering that this is not the first time I have hear this, you would think that I would be smart enough to lower my price. I would if I could afford to but considering that I live at the bare minimum now, I don't know how much lower I can get.

I am not the money motivated type. It's never been that important to me. I only worry about having enough to support my family. Most of my things are held together by spit and wire. I get furniture off of craigslist and have been able to learn many things so I have the ability to do them myself. So I find it incredible that the amount of money I need has become the issue.

Now in the several interviews and applications I have had, the discussions always talk about how my job is not a "9 to 5" position or how "being available" is of primary importance. How having a "flexible schedule" is a job requirement. I understand these things and my family understands them because we have lived them for the last 15 years. I have missed birthdays, anniversary's, weddings, plays, sporting events and holiday gatherings because this is the life we have chosen. What I don't understand is how they expect to pay part-time wages for a more than full time job.

I saw some fucking congressman on CNN the other day saying Americans who aren't working just don't want to work. I wish I could punch him in the fucking head. I don't have a 2000 square foot house. I don't have a car younger than 10 years old. I don't have credit card debt. I didn't buy my house with less than 10 percent down. So how many fucking jobs do I have to have to keep from living on the fucking street? How many fucking times do I have to go back to school to get a job that barely pays off the student loan?

Fuck piss shit fuck motherfucker bitch fuck.