Taking the Good with the Bad

Being sick while unemployed is not a fun experience. The motivation that was already waning because of the dead-end interviews is now at an all time low due to the fact that my throat is on fire. But there is no rest for the wicked, as sitting around at home watching old Disney movies doesn’t get job interviews. I have one tomorrow morning and I really hope that I don’t sneeze on my interviewer.

However, let’s look at is this way. Each time I’ve had an interview, someone else calls me to schedule another one for a different opportunity. They aren’t all worth exploring.  (And according to the book, Surviving a Layoff, I started this whole job hunt thing all wrong. Apparently I was supposed to sit and mourn my loss first.) But I apply for everything I could possibly be qualified for because 1) I need benefits and 2) I need to survive. I suppose turning down interviews is a good problem to have.  I just wish something more interesting and challenging pops up.

Being sick and working part time with no benefits also has a downfall – when you are sick, you can’t get paid if you don’t come in. And since the State doesn’t seem to want understand my Unemployment Claim Forms, I haven’t received any benefits yet. At this rate, I might actually have a full time job before I get any money at all. On the other hand – I have a job, albeit a very part time one. I’ve heard it’s easier to get another job when you are currently employed. Though – the headhunter that interviewed me thought it was funny I was still working there because my paychecks essentially pay for the gas that gets me there. Guess I can’t complain too much – I still get to see my friends a bunch.

With show in two weeks, perhaps resting for a few days would be a better idea.

Too Modest for Work

modesty

I have the skills and experience to be a graphic designer. While I’ve not always held a design position per se, I always seem to get pigeon-holed into being a back up designer, contract designer, or some other facsimile. Usually it comes in the form of, “Oh! You know how to use Photoshop? Here – do this for me!”

But apparently, I don’t give myself enough credit – and the State of California took notice.

I applied to take an exam to be eligible for state employment as a graphic designer. I had well over the required 3 years of experience so I figured it’d be no problem to take the test.

One thing I learned about this process is that the state minions only look for titles and keywords in applications. Apparently I didn’t have enough keywords in my application and they only calculated 2 years and 9 months worth of experience. Nevermind I designed the program and event marketing materials for my previous job of over five years. But because I didn’t specifically say what materials I designed (programs, publications, newsletters, websites, etc.), they couldn’t count it. And they wouldn’t count my design experience at another job until I pointed it out to them.

So much for trying to be modest. I guess this isn’t the place for it. I apparently need my resume to scream and shout at people, rather than just tap them on the shoulder politely. It makes sense, really. There are probably 300 other people applying for the same position.

Still – I’m applying for jobs like crazy and have an interview with a staffing agency on Thursday. This will hopefully be more promising than the last two interviews I had. One of which I just didn’t feel safe being in the office… and the other was a facade for a retail store manager position. (No……..)

I’m getting a little anxious for my unemployment checks now. These expenses aren’t going to pay themselves.

Where is Jen?

Funny how that now that I have all of this free time, I can’t seem to bring myself to sit and blog about it. 

Hi. I’m Jen. I still exist. I’m still unemployed. Sort of.

Let’s be real though. I’ve spent a majority of my mornings combing through CraigsList and Simply Hired ads, sending off my resume to jobs I don’t really want, but need for survival. (Read: medical insurance.) Yeah – I know. It’s probably a little bit of career suicide to fall off from a senior non-management position into an entry level admin position, but I don’t really have a choice. 

In the mean time, I do have an interview on Monday for a part time position. Which probably won’t pay squat and require me to stand in the elements during the extreme parts of summer. But – I’ll go to get back into the swing of things. (There also has to be a reason WHY they called in a CMP for an event assistant job, so I’m mildly curious.) I’ve also picked up a few more hours at the studio to keep me busy/motivated. But – 8 hours of work a week is not enough. Hopefully the EDD will understand that and still offer me my hard earned tax dollar funded benefits. 

I’ve been advised to look into contract work and other part time positions to make ends meet and have been figuring out ways to cut back. No more manicures, shopping excursions and other fancy things until the paychecks start rolling in again. At least we can still pay our mortgage and bills. (I have medical through the month… let’s hope COBRA isn’t atrocious.)

I’ve been trying to fill my time with as much activity as possible because when I don’t, my mind idles and I get depressed. I pretty much wanted to waste away under my covers on Wednesday because I just didn’t want to face more non-responses to my emailed cover letters, the endless pile of applications, and answering the same damn questions over and over again. All the while, having your professional references tell you how “you’ll bounce back fast…” and “you won’t be unemployed for long; you are too talented and someone needs you on staff…” Yeah – tell that to the other 300 people that apply for these jobs. 

At least insurance companies think I’d be a worthy candidate. Their macros keep sending me emails saying I should be an agent based on my resume posted online. However, the email says to send in a resume. Ha. Cute. 

The other side effect of unemployment that I find odd? The fact that I’m tired. All. the. time. I’m not really sure why beyond the fact that my CGM wakes me up quite often. (Last night – I was up around 5 times.) But for not dealing with cranky clients and co-workers, I really shouldn’t be this exhausted. But – interrupted sleep isn’t very restful I guess. (At least I’ll be ready for when kids start showing up.)

Until next time…