As some of you may already know, I don’t particularly enjoy most aspects of work. And just recently I realized I can add to it a whole new dimension: finding work!
Here in America, we are observing that the Job Search, is sadly becoming a national pastime for a growing number of people. So I thought I would attempt to slow my downward movement into what looks to be a perfectly formed spiral shaped toilet, by thinking up other things to do.
That said, it’s very difficult to ever go off topic because contrary to popular belief, being unemployed is not a detail that’s easily forgotten; the reminders that you don’t have an income are readily available everywhere. After a while all your clothes start to look the same, and people in your life walk the line between being your friend to visibly wondering how you can afford new things.
On the plus side, not being employed is a real bonus because you never really have to be anywhere, which, once you can get over the weirdness of it, can be quite convenient. For this period of your life, OK so you are a bit broke but you are legitimately a free person, priceless!
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In the DMV good things come to those who wait, for hours.
Before going in I was warned of the long lines just for waiting. Some said to expect waiting times of a couple of hours or more, but inside I was unconvinced. I was so sure that a functioning government organisation wouldn’t allow waiting times like that, what about customer service? Because if it really took that long people would complain, people would have to take a day off work to tax their car, who would go? I told myself that people exaggerate over everything and this is no different.
Turns out the American people are insane over their cars, and will do a lot of waiting to drive.
It’s hard to believe I could have watched the entire Matrix trilogy, I could have driven across the Arizona desert or flown coast to coast in the time I was waiting. I could have done lots of things.
I couldn’t figure out the dysfunction or the delay. How there could be approximately fifty tellers occupied and still about a thousand people waiting in a line that wrapped around the building. Remember this is repeated every day.
As you are waiting for your ticket to be called you are reminded you had an option to book a meeting online, which would have meant no waiting time. What they don’t tell you is that you have to wait at least 6 weeks for one of those appointments.
Another bit of useless info on offer is the current waiting time at the neighbouring DMV office in case you wanted to compare.
But when your number is called, there are no words, you feel like a million bucks.
Every day, a new lesson in crapness is waiting to be learned and I look forward to it like an bad egg being cracked onto my head, rolling down my face and some getting into my mouth.
I’m very bored now of the sad characters I encounter. I can only imagine how much it pains their brains to see a woman making decisions rather than tea or photocopies.
Take Pete, the type of professional always in agreement with you when you agree with him. But if there is some misalignment between your thought pattern and his, suddenly he turns into someone who is not your friend.
We are not on good terms now after I crossed him a few weeks ago, he does not forgive easily. So now he likes to publicly ask me to arrange meetings for him, it’s all very sad, and embarrassing for us both. Needless to say he is still waiting for his meetings.
Then there are those that simply don’t listen, both in and out of the workplace.
I’m currently dealing with a property agent Jason who appears to be very confused about his role, and is telling me how much to sell my parent’s property for.
He is a relatively young (late thirties) and ambitious character, not a bad thing, but sadly he isn’t at all in touch with his client, and also how dispensable he really is. He has put together a payment scheme with the buyer and thinks that I’ll meet with them tomorrow to sign off on it. What Jason doesn’t know is that I can actually use a calculator and he is screwing me over to close a deal. I will make him see the error of his ways tomorrow but more importantly I ask myself, is it me? After all, I am the common denominator here; time and time again I come across guys who for whatever reason are rude, don’t listen and think they know better.
Again, is it me?
After contemplating that horrid thought for a moment, I say “Fuck no! Hand me the baseball bat, I have some knee caps to break and baldies to scalp!”