Speaking of jobs, the last couple days have been kinda depressing for me.
So, Tuesday I had my first interview for an actual salaried job, which I really wanted. After finally giving up on desk jobs, since I don't even know what I'd want to do, I started applying for higher level positions in warehousing and such, since I have presentable experience with that at least. Then, I get an interview call for a city government job I'd applied for. Hot damn.
That night, I'm at my shitty warehousing job, letting myself hope for a moment that I'll finally be done there. There's not a lot about the job that I don't like per se, it's just that in the more than three years I've been working there, I have virtually nobody to talk to. With all due respect to them, I'm a young whitebread nerd and I have nothing in common with middle-aged Hispanic family men. But on the one day that I finally think I might be leaving, cool people I can relate to start talking to me every ten minutes. Three years of going to work without saying a word, and all of a sudden the people I can chat with pour out of the woodwork. Including the one and only cute girl I've ever seen working there, which raises a serious worry in my head about myself that I can be flummoxed by an attractive female idly chatting with me. I'm not that desperate, am I?
The next day, like clockwork, I get turned down for the job. Not that I wasn't expecting it before even leaving the interview, but still. I had planned that night to go to a local bar, because I'd heard about a regular open-invitation social club meeting there (
Drinking Liberally), and I am indeed desperate for human contact. It was pretty damn obvious that I was the only person there for that reason, and like most times I try to participate in an "adult" activity, I arrive alone and I'm the youngest person in the room by at least ten years, even now that I'm undeniably in my 20s. I did manage to have a snippit of conversation with some punk rocker dude, but I didn't hang around. At least I know I'll never be a barfly - spending $5 a drink to have my head caved in by music while watching the clock tick by in a room full of strangers is among the least attractive ways I could spend an evening.
Then I go back to my shitty job, brooding over still looking for work, and of course all those cool people I'd met the night before have vanished back into the ether where they belong, apparently. It's times like these I really do have to question whether the universe writ large isn't actively fucking with me.