The Job Hunt

{ October 4, 2009 @ 11:46 AM } · { Work }

It’s painful, its soul devouring, and it’s completely necessary. Job hunting is like trying to get laid; only you’re not drunk and the sting of rejection doesn’t wear off so easily. My current job, the one that was supposed to get me through the last two years of college is equivalent to any one of Dante’s circles of hell. Most people think I’m amazing for what I do, but to me it’s a paycheck that sort of pays the bills.
I work with kids with severe behavioral issues. And we’re not talking spoiled brat syndrome, we’re talking psychotic children who have killed animals, stabbed their foster parents, set their houses on fire, etc, etc. I have been kicked, spit on, peed on, had my hair pulled out, been bitten, attacked with forks, pencils, you get the idea. I get cussed out by children on a daily basis, and yes at times being called “fucking cunt” by seven year olds can be somewhat amusing, it’s generally pretty shitty.
I have come to the point where I not only hate my job, I loathe my job. I cannot stand children anymore, and not just disturbed children, but everyone’s children. You can see the problem since I work with kids. It’s not fair to them or to me. Most of these kids’ problems stem from the fact that the people who were supposed to love them and protect them were the people that severely abused them.
So the job search started about two months prior to my college graduation. It’s coming up on a year since I started the search. I have applied everywhere and for any type of job. Yet I have been offered nothing. I have a college degree and can’t get a job that requires a HS education. I need a new job; I have become an increasingly angry person. I feel like I was lied to. I was told to go to college and get a degree and the possibilities would be endless. No possibilities. I applied for a job that required a HS diploma and 30 hours of college. The reposted the job vacancy. I was more than qualified for the job, and yet I was passed up. You can see where my frustration comes in. It’s like I put myself out there and say “look at me, look what I have to offer you” and I get told I’m of no use and have nothing to offer.
I swear, if one more person tells me to be patient I will scream.