tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61923896034606975722011-07-30T20:29:27.864-04:00Welcome to my sad, sad story.bubble and squeaknoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192389603460697572.post-26385676158784439332008-12-03T01:35:00.003-05:002008-12-03T01:44:52.029-05:00How do you begin this sort of thing? Well I suppose I shouldn't give my exact address, or last name, or body mass index out. And it may be stating the obvious to say that I am looking for a job and finding it far more difficult than I had initially imagined. I've interviewed at magazines and designers, pr firms and ad firms, with little to show for it. Well, besides blisters and a few amusing anecdotes. I've averaged about four interviews a week which means that over the past three and a half months I've gone on approximately 55 interviews. <br /><br />That's not to say that they were all for paying jobs. My guess is about 6 of them were for real life jobs, and not just informational interviews for when the economy gets better, or for internships or just to meet me before passing my resume around. I promise I'm not completely insane, I'm told that I give decent interview, and I even went to a pretty good college. I mean, I liked it anyways. I guess what I'm trying to say is that in this economy it might not be all my fault that I am still a lazy bum. And while the welfare system is still too complicated for me to figure out, I thought I might as well mine my experiences for a few funny stories. If you're reading this I have to tell you though- whoever suggested I major in Spanish has some bad karma coming their way...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192389603460697572-2638567615878443933?l=unemployedstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bubble and squeaknoreply@blogger.com0