Inauguration

Over the last couple of months, my mother keeps telling me not to worry, because when I do find gainful employment, I won't even be able to remember what life was like before the daily grind. That strikes me as unlikely, yet possible. The question then becomes whether I really want to forget this time in my life. Sure, trying to find a job has been full of disappointment, frustration, self-loathing, and a general sense of dejection. But it's also been a veritable cornucopia of unintentional hilarity, unprecedented ridiculousness, and generally, massive quantities of fail.

As such, this blog will exist as a record of the absurdities I have encountered and will continue to encounter as I continue to flail around in search of someone that will hire me. I'll try to make it funny, but I can't guarantee that my own prose will be more comical than some of the stuff my applicant self has been subjected to. I won't try to make it educational (okay, well, maybe a little?) but if you read it, you'll probably come away having learned something about the inanity, ineffectiveness, and general ridiculousness of the job market.

The general idea is to recount in amusing detail each of the encounters I have had with organizations that ostensibly showed interest in me for a position. (If you're wondering why I say "theoretically," wait for Chapter 3.) How long this takes me, fittingly, depends on my luck in the near future: the more interviews I get called out for, the less time I have to write down my recollections; the more times I get implicitly or explicitly rejected, the longer I have to sit, stew, and ineffectively lash out at Lady Luck with a torrent of words.

But, if I happen to come upon something hilarious and/or upsetting in my job-seeking endeavors ahead, I'll make a note of it here. Oftentimes, the oddities that I don't end up being involved in are just as hilariously puzzling as the ones that do manage to ensnare me. So, basically, stay tuned for fun. Or don't.

(Side note: By virtue of being from the internet, I realize that blogs can essentially function as ego-avatars. Because, when they are unread, they have the potential to shatter beliefs in the author's conceptions of their own ingenuity or wittiness, I'm going to go ahead and note that as aforementioned, this particular blog exists as a record moreso than a rostrum.)