Forewarned: this is straight up bitching and whining. Hopefully someone responsible will delete this post at some point in the near future on the basis of irrelevance.
So I begin my job hunt….
I’m 25. I know maybe ten professionals. I guess that’s the curse of growing up in a lower-middle class family. I was told today that, “most jobs are found through referrals.” Well, I’m fucked.
It was recommended to me that I start networking HARD. Fuck that.
If you’re unlucky enough to suffer through an ABET accredited engineering program, then you’re probably aware of the terrible personalities that engineers posses. (Or are cursed with, if you want to look at it that way.) I’m not particularly fond of socializing with engineers, even though I am one.
So what’s a boy to do? I network, just not the same way the rest of the world expects me to. I make friends based off their integrity, morality, intelligence, and overall fun to be with. I don’t give a shit what you do for a living, how much money you make, what kind of car you drive, or how big your house is. Those are all superfluous meters of a man’s worth.
Consequently, I’ve amassed a friend-base with a wide range of professions ranging from mechanics to doctors. I’m quite proud of this too. Variety is the spice of life, and I learn something from every one of my friends every time I hang out with them.
I’m fucked. I have no contacts within the engineering industry. While I have a nice resume, I’ve been told it needs to “pop” more. Nice. Let me get some Redenbachers.
All I can say is, “fuck you world!” And, “fuck you nepotism!” If you know me, don’t come asking for a job, you can fuck off. If you don’t know me, I hope you have a bag of Redenbachers in your back pocket. Then I might give you a job.
In the mean time, I’ll enjoy the life of a poor (Mechanical Engineer graduate) mechanic. Thank you G.W. Bush for fucking the economy with your trillion-dollar bailouts, and your predatory housing market. Brilliant.
JR
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