Slaving away at job hunting

You know what? There's a beach outside. One so close that I do not have to pedal for my bike to make it there. Despite that fact, I have to look for a job.

Dr. T started his rotation today, which meant that I was all by myself all day with nothing to do. I woke up at 10, brewed some coffee, felt like a total slacker, and decided I was going to apply for jobs all day long.

A full workday of job hunting.

I've been applying for jobs in bursts since we got to LA. But then Ruble came, and then Shannon came, and then there were weekends, and then there was Game of Thrones, and there's always that beach just down the hill, and my gumption to work all day every day kind of, well, it died.

Today, though, today I got on the job hunt train, full speed ahead. I found a gig through an agency that sounded promising, drafted a cover letter, attached my resume, and sent it on its way.

Now, do that three more times and oh my gosh, I think I can actually hear the ocean waves crashing outside...

Focus. Okay, an interesting position at a swanky hotel. Hmmm, it's a little farther away than I want to go, but it sounds doable. Apply.

At this point I had to complete a seven-part application. A SEVEN-PART APPLICATION. One that required me to attach my resume, then make sure my resume was auto-filled in correctly, then fill out a tax incentive questionnaire, and then answer 43 questions about scheduling and budgeting wisely and having common sense. I got a warning when I started the 43 questions that I had 75 minutes to complete them. 75 MINUTES FOR A JOB APPLICATION THAT I'LL PROBABLY NEVER HEAR BACK ABOUT.

This is the second job application I've filled out that took hours to complete. The last one was kind enough to email me that someone else was more qualified, but only after they required me to get a copy of my college transcript ($12) before they'd consider my application. For that "no," I invested $12 plus three days of content aggregation plus invaluable brain power plus the opportunity cost of time I could have spent on the beach.

I'm a hard worker and I think I come up with some pretty creative ideas. I know I've never left a position in worse shape than I found it, and I know I've been a crisis avert-er at more than one company. I can't help myself when it comes to doing a good job, and I usually end up putting in way more than the people who hire me expected.

But man, looking for a job is worse than working. I quit for today. Besides, there's a beach outside.