Now that exams are over and uni is finished for the year my once chocablock timetable has become a free time overload. So before I swing back into the blog scene brandishing clever observations and insightful opinions I thought I'd serve up a slice of my life and watch as you politely but begrudgingly eat it up. So anyway, after several days of lounging around and catching up with my good old friends (video games) my father expressed a certain desire to see my brothers and I pick up some work for over the 3 month break. I hate these times in my life. I hate job hunting, especially in my town. I have no fucking idea how to get my foot in the door. I dish out my resume and apply all over and I never seem to get anywhere. If I have an interview I can guarantee I'll be chasing them up a week after they were supposed to be calling me. I don't know quite what it is. I am certain that my resume is well presented and clearly identifies my previous work experiences which display a great variety of skills. I have prepared food, cut down trees, poisoned weeds, built fences, planted trees, painted fences, stacked shelves, constructed shop displays and worked registers. All of these tasks I took quite seriously and employers seemed to appreciate a certain level of commitment in me. Then there's my various qualifications such as a Cert. II in Conservation and Land Management and my Responsible Service of Alcohol. Nothing I put on my resume ever seems to improve it and I just don't get it. So it is with a certain low level of expectation that I resign myself to the disheartening task of finding myself my fourth job. It's not that I don't want the work or that I don't try very hard to get it, it's just I hate the slim opportunities and not being given the chance to prove myself a valuable employee.
Yes I realise there's nothing funny or interesting in this post.
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