Tomorrow marks exactly one year and one month since I've been unemployed. Or in parents-with-toddler terms, tomorrow my unemployment is thirteen months old.
As you can imagine, I've gone absolutely insane. Beyond being completely, disgustingly broke, I am also completely painfully bored. So when I'm not watching the Food Network or drinking myself stupid, I'm obviously applying for jobs and sending out resumes.
Today, I applied for a barista job and it was one of many applications that made me think and made me angry. And made me angry for making me think.
I don't mind a job application that makes me think. Questions I know I won't have to answer in the interview cause it's already on the ridiculously long application are questions I don't mind having a little bit of time to answer.
That being said, I'm really tired of the "Why do you want to work here?" question..
Because honestly, I don't want to work there. I just want to work. I need employment. Period. I actually said that in a job interview recently. Not as bluntly, but I was in a mood and I couldn't resist the honesty. I don't want your job. In fact, I would never set foot in your store on any ordinary occasion. But I need your job. But thank you for reminding me that I'm at your mercy.
EDITOR'S NOTE: I actually would love to work for any place I've interviewed for. Not because this is the worst thing an employer could find, but because I don't accept interviews for jobs I don't want.
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