Unemployed USA 

I can’t get a job anywhere

I just don’t get it.

I can’t get a job anywhere, doing anything.  No matter how I dumb-down my resume.

I worked before my kids were born and had some decent skills.  Then I voluntarily stayed home for a while.  I went back to school while my youngest was in kindergarten, with the intention of returning to the workforce full-time the following year.  Well, that kid just graduated from eighth grade, and I’m still sitting here.

My skills are outdated, but I would be thrilled to take an entry-level position in my field.  It’s a moderately growing industry, with plenty of jobs.

I rarely get an interview, and even more rarely get an offer.  On the rare occasion that someone does hire me, it doesn’t last.  They never give me a reason that makes sense.

“You’re just not the right person,” said one supervisor.

“I don’t believe you really want this job,” said another, after I had been there for almost two months.  I really liked that job, and had no complaints.

They all seem mad at me, as though I should know why.

The last one was a light maintenance job at a big box store.  And I did it with a smile.  And without mentioning my college degrees.  I kept my secret so well, one co-worker once whispered to me, as thought I might not have guessed, “I think you’re over qualified for this job.”  Really — do ya think?  Again, the supervisor who fired me did it without saying why, as though I should already know.

Ok, so I have a terrible personality.  But so do a lot of people, and they manage to find work.

I will admit that my social instincts are weak and that I’m not very assertive.  I’m hard to read, and people often hallucinate around me.  They tend to project their own issues onto me.  Compulsive liars imagine that I am lying with every breath…

With co-workers, the dumb ones will say it out loud, and their perceptions are enough to curl your hair.  (I never said that or did it, never thought it, am shocked to hear that such a person could be imagined, let alone exist, in this dimension of reality.)  The smart ones keep it to themselves, and leave me to guess the unguessable.

The real me is analytical, philosophical, highly moral and slightly arrogant.  And I have some background in psychology.  But no one knows this.  Most of my thoughts are my own, and too long-winded for any real-world situation, so I don’t say much.  You want me to haul this garbage can from her to there?  Fine.  No discussion required.  With a happy face, I aspire to be the best damn slug this company has ever had.

And I still can’t get a job.

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