Is there anything as soul sucking as looking for a new job? I hate the searching. I hate interviews. My employment history has generally been one of falling into a job through random chance or because I knew somebody. Hey, if you're my somebody, give me a call, spare me this nightly assault on my self worth. My quiet evenings of catching up on blogs after the kids have gone to bed has turned into quiet evenings of scrolling through job finding sites or company websites and wondering who exactly meets all of these freaking qualifications? And how much do those old guys who collect aluminum cans pull in in a week?
When I updated my resume I pulled a lot of info off my former company's website to describe my old job. It looks great on paper. I'm wondering how I ever managed to get it. My biggest worry with it though is that it's going to pigeon-hole me into jobs of the same nature, which I really don't want. "Senior Customer Service Officer" looks all well and good, but I'd rather give myself a catheter than do that again. Well, unless somebody's going to throw boat loads of money at me, I can be bought.
Anyway, I've got the resumes flying out fast and furious now since my holiday at Club Med: SAHD is almost over. Don't worry, I won't be bitching about this for the next... well, however long it takes me to find work, just needed to vent before I jump into the frying pan again. Ok, I maaaaaaay complain again, but just once or twice. Or if I can't find anything at all. But then I'd just be complaining to myself since all of Supreme Leader's pay would be going towards our mortgage and we wouldn't have extra money for things like internet or electricity.