Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Hunting, hunting, hunting

A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go, hi ho the merry o, a hunting we will go......or how about....Going on a squeegie hunt, gonna catch a big one....

I've been job hunting for so long now, there really should be a song for it. Those cute little rhymes were all I could think of and they just make me wish I were a kid again and didn't have to deal with this. Downfall is, I'd eventually get back to the adult stage and be right where I am so I suppose I should just drop that wish and deal with the reality of finding work.

I've hunted on Monster.com, Snagajob.com, Careerbuilders.com...and only God knows how many other sites, not to mention Comet Employment in Whittier who work endlessly to get me off their backs. All I can say is "Thank you Comet, I'm so happy you like me". If they didn't, there's a good possibility I'd be on their hit list right now.

So, I keep hunting and as I do, I think how I'm not the only person in this predicament. There are plenty of others out there spending countless hours in search of a job. Many who are employed are not necessarily comfortable enough to think that it could last forever. I imagine that when they see a co-worker given that Friday afternoon pink slip they sit in fear of being next and being unemployed isn't all it's made out to be. If you're lucky enough to get unemployment, you'd better pray you'll find work before it runs out. You may or may not be able to file an extension but even if you do, your only getting a percentage of what you made anyway. Say bye, bye to Starbucks hello to McDonalds. And even then, you may have to count your pennies before getting in line.We're spoiled, aren't we? What was it my mother would say "there are children in Africa who are starving". Did it worry me? Heck no. Truth is, there are children in our own backyards who are feeling the result of their parent(s) unemployment. Thank God we have systems in place who can help a large majority of them. I, however, am not one of them. When Karina was hospitalized for her Pancreatitis the last time, we had no insurance. MediCal refused to help because we had enough money to make two mortgage payments. I was not working so I knew that those monies would go to just that, the mortgage. Did they care? Uh,uh. They told me I should sell one of my cars to help pay my debts. And what then, I asked, will I use to get to a job when I find one. I should have known...the bus. Whatever! This is why I paid into the system for so many years.

So, I suppose I should get off my soapbox and back to the issue at hand.

A hunting we will go!

5 comments:

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

I thought you had a massage therapy job? When did this happen? I hope this gets resolved quickly. Anita

Marie said...

It's a very detailed story but it happened the same day as Karina's birthday party, June 6th.

I'm applying and interviewing but it's a difficult time.

Bunny Missbrenner said...

You'll find something. I'm sure you've been in stressful times before and pulled through. Let me know if you need something.
I know your networking and you've thought of everything so I won't give you ideas....just keep doing what your doing.

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

I love you! I am just so happy that we can blog to each other. I will be praying for you. I have hope. You are so talented and capable, you will be back in the saddle again. OH! I have been thinking of a blog post to do on our beautiful grandmother. I want to include a picture of you in it since you resemble her so much. Let me know if you have a recent photo I could use, of course, only if you would give me your consent. Love, Anita

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Thanks for visiting my lavender dreams! I think I am back to regular blogging again---I spend the entire summer locked up in the office with my thesis, but it was worth the time because I am almost done! I have one more month until I go back to another year of interesting fourth graders!! Best wishes and God's blessings to you each day; let us know when you get a job. Bisous, Anita