Looking for a job is frustrating, overwhelming, and terribly lonely. I just want someone to tell me how elegant my filing systems are and how my excel sheets are like a work of art. Sending out resume after resume, into what feels like a void, makes me feel like I have nothing of value to share with the world. When I
hear other people talk about how they get complimented at work, even for things
that should be easy like writing grammatically correct emails and not losing
their sh*t with customers, I feel all sorts of jealousy rolling around in my
tummy.
Apparently the best way to find a job now is networking. To me, networking means small talk and small talk is boring. I can
deal with discomfort, but boredom makes me sigh loudly and slump in my chair. Like, I
don’t care how you feel about another day of rain or how you’re adding soft close
kitchen cabinets or what your new favourite excel feature is. (Actually, the excel
thing might be interesting.) I want to know what makes you feel so much joy
that you lose yourself in the moment or what makes you cry in the shower
because you just feel so defeated. But most humans, especially those you don’t
know well, just aren’t comfortable sharing the parts of themselves that really
matter.
So, how do I get through this job searching awfulness? Right now, it’s listening to Pink Pony Club and letting my finger tips flutter over the keys so that for a few
minutes I can get lost in a world where an exposed heart matters more than paying the mortgage.