sending out job applications. The whole process is seemingly designed to erode the human spirit. Between the repetition, the imprecision and the inherently judgemental nature of the endeavor can anything be left but an abrased and burnished shiny button of spirit?
In all seriousness, there are certainly worse activities or punishments. It is merely that the process seems to lack efficiency and what is most galling is that there has been considerable improvement in the field! Much like dating, the matching of two parties seems simple. I, would like a job. Presumably, there is a company that would like to hire me. In between the two contestants is a morass of mud, crap, and things that have barbs attached for no more reason than spite.
The process begins with searching for a job. I’m a software engineer, though that is like saying I type words into a computer it is so general, so I type software engineer in Craigslist. Whoa! Okay, that’s too many results. Well, I’ve been working with C# a lot lately and enjoy it, so let’s try that. That’s better, much more manageable. Time to delve into the results. This one requires more web experience than I have. Same. Same. This one is close, but not quite. Okay, this one appears to fit. Now to apply. Hmm, it looks like I’ll need to go to their website and apply there. That’s fine… wait, I have to create a profile. They only have one position that applies to me, and there’s about thirty fields here, but that’s fine they might have something else later. Now that I have my profile filled out, I’ll upload the resume. Uh oh, they require a cover letter. That’s fine, I’ll just look one up and write one. There, and I’ll even do a general one so I can adapt it for other jobs. Whew, okay upload the cover letter. Now I’ll just note down in my spreadsheet that I’ve applied for this job so I don’t reapply, and we’re done. We’ve applied for one job.
So, all in all things are good. I’m not scanning through the classifieds, well at least not the paper ones, and circling them in a red marker. I’m not running off resumes and stuffing envelopes and licking stamps and I think this sentence just turned into a double entendre. My point is, things are better now, but they still suck. A lot. I suppose that’s probably true of Modern Life in general, it’s just that I haven’t been exposed to this facet of it in years. I guess my mind decided not to hang on to the memories of the last time. Can’t imagine why.