Searching for a job is much like a hunter looking for his next kill. You have to gather and hone in all of your skills to be a success. A job much like an animal you may be hunting will not simply fall into your lap. You have to have a plan of attack and you have to stay vigilant until it is in your sights.
I am a lone hunter not of animals but of prospective positions where I can start where I left off with my last full time employment almost a year ago. I used to make a great salary for a 25 year old male fresh out of graduate school. To me sixety thousand dollars was acceptable. My friends in the same field with less previous work experience were making seventy or more down in Washington, D.C.
There are many tools at my disposal for the search I use a multitude of job search engines such as Monster, CareerBuilder, Dice, Indeed, SimplyHired and many others. Sometimes I think this does more harm than it does good. I get a lot of misleading phone calls for jobs that I do not even qualify for. At times I feel as though I am just a quota filler. That they need a particular number of applicants for a reason ill never fully understand. I am hunting for a job that will put me in a similar position to the one I once held.
A hunter cannot be stubborn and I fight with this idea daily. A true hunter is one who hunts for food for a meal and one cannot wait for the porter house steak if all you can find is a rabbit stew. One will satisfy you for a few days while the other will suffice for the time being. I wish for me this was the case. I am told I am over qualified or that my past salary was too high for me to accept a job that pays only forty thousand dollars a year. What they do not understand is that I am living off of my savings and it is running out and I will accept any job. How can I share that while at the same time being told they do not want to hire me?
It is a very confusing time for a job hunter. You find what you would accept and you become humble only to be shot down and rejected? They wont hire me for a forty thousand a year job but I could most likely get an hourly job at the mall? I do not understand how this make sense. However one thing that does help is following up. I make sure that I call back people I have not heard from in a week. Typically common courtesy gets thrown out the window they do not care about you or your feelings. They say sorry the position has been filled and more often then not I want to say why the hell didnt you tell me, send a letter, an email anything?
Common courtesy has become a very uncommon practice in modern society especially during a job hunt. They only care about the bottom line and their own paycheck. Courtesy costs them time and their time is more important than your time. So I say I am not going to be shy I will call them and have closure at the very least I can continue my hunt another day. So stay vigilant and do not give up, I know I wont.
Friday, May 27, 2011
People are Strange
People are strange this is a fact. It is also a song by The Doors. It is true though to the outsider when observing other people you do not know they come off as strange. The funny thing to me is that even people I do know and have known for years especially family are strange to me.
I was raised by my aunt and uncle. Sadly my uncle passed away tragically on vacation in Colorado. He suffered a heart attack and died. After a long day of skiing in the Rockies he decided to go for a job on the treadmill. He was a runner, participating in multiple marathons in NYC, Boston, Philadelphia and Washington D.C. to name a few. My aunt was a bit on the crazy side then but when she came back from that vacation was never the same.
The strange part is that she never showed any emotion. We never talked about what had transpired or how each other felt. She didnt ask me and I tried to ask her and she would become violently angry and try to move on. I grew behaviors to scream out "I NEED HELP" such as drinking rapid weight loss and never being home. When relatives asked she said that I was fine. The replies would always be fine? How could he be fine?
Instead of asking me however this is why in my opinion people are strange. Even family members can be strange. They took about 4 years later to ask me if I was ok, I still was not ok. I moved out started to live on my own and obtained a job as an Instructional Designer for a Housing developer. After six months I was let go and have not had a full time job in about a year. My family knows I am living off of my savings but do not offer any help.
I have sent them my resumes they are all business people and I have not yet had one phone call. However my cousin needed an internship she has a full ride to Rutgers University and they were very quick to come to her aid. Is it because I am adopted in a sense by my aunt and uncle and not a true member of the family. Sometimes they make me feel like a ghost. To me this is why people are strange, when you're a stranger.
I was raised by my aunt and uncle. Sadly my uncle passed away tragically on vacation in Colorado. He suffered a heart attack and died. After a long day of skiing in the Rockies he decided to go for a job on the treadmill. He was a runner, participating in multiple marathons in NYC, Boston, Philadelphia and Washington D.C. to name a few. My aunt was a bit on the crazy side then but when she came back from that vacation was never the same.
The strange part is that she never showed any emotion. We never talked about what had transpired or how each other felt. She didnt ask me and I tried to ask her and she would become violently angry and try to move on. I grew behaviors to scream out "I NEED HELP" such as drinking rapid weight loss and never being home. When relatives asked she said that I was fine. The replies would always be fine? How could he be fine?
Instead of asking me however this is why in my opinion people are strange. Even family members can be strange. They took about 4 years later to ask me if I was ok, I still was not ok. I moved out started to live on my own and obtained a job as an Instructional Designer for a Housing developer. After six months I was let go and have not had a full time job in about a year. My family knows I am living off of my savings but do not offer any help.
I have sent them my resumes they are all business people and I have not yet had one phone call. However my cousin needed an internship she has a full ride to Rutgers University and they were very quick to come to her aid. Is it because I am adopted in a sense by my aunt and uncle and not a true member of the family. Sometimes they make me feel like a ghost. To me this is why people are strange, when you're a stranger.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Suicide Speaks
We are all connected to one another whether or not we realize it or acknowledge it. When something happens in the world we all feel it. When something happens to a love one somehow you just know. However we overlook the small sign of things to come. We say to ourselves that things will become better and that life will live on.
The times in our lives that we look back upon seem so clear than the events that preceded it. In my own family I have experienced this feeling. When someone is down and out sad and/or depressed we typically do not know the right words to say or what to do. We simply find refuge in sharing phrases handed down to us such as "hang in there" or "keep your chin up" sometimes thats all we feel that we can offer.
Many times we really do not need to say anything at all. We do not need to encourage our significant others regardless if they are family or if they are a friend. I have learned that sometimes we need only listen to understand what is truly going on with one another. We often spend much time speaking and making sure that we are heard that we tend to forget to listen to others. We forget that hearing a person is not enough to listen to them.
I never knew my grandmother. I was about 1yrs old when she took her life. She lept out of the window of her apartment high rise on Thanksgiving many years ago. The family said her behavior had drastically changed leading up to the event and that she was depressed over how what was once a close family was starting to drift apart. They were right but the family was growing older, the sons and daughters had quickly become mothers and fathers of their own. Some too soon others when they felt they were ready.
This was a story I was told when I was younger. I never knew why my family was such a mental landmine, meaning you never knew who or when would explode and lash out in irrational manners. I was a young child who was abused physically and emotionally. I learned to observe the world and make sense of it all. It wasn't until we sat down in my adult years and really talked about all of this that the root of their problems were from feelings of regret, guilt, and lack of ability to vent their emotions and frustrations about past transgressions.
As recently as a year ago my own father took his life. He shot himself for reasons I wont ever know completely but given the state of things not only in the world but his personal life I could piece together. My father was emotional like myself. He wasnt shy to show them or to speak about it. People however dismissed his woes for short term depression. He was out of work so when he shared feelings about being down people said dont worry things will pick up, but he also shared his guilt about the family splitting up about 20yrs ago something he never forgave himself about.
He pointed the finger at many issues not solely the issues of securing employment. He lived a troubled life that began in the projects of Astoria, Queens NY. You had to be rough back then made of stern stuff. You could not help but constantly look over your shoulder. You never knew when you might get jumped, robbed etc. He always told me about the days back then and in my earliest memories I can recall situations when I myself as a youth were presented with troubling situations and memories so I knew he wasnt fabricating these scenarios.
Through the troubled times he found solice in drinking. What started out as an after work relaxation method quickly became a drinking habit. A wife and four kids on a small income and welfare assistance will take the dignity away from any man regardless of how strong. They divorced and we all went our seperate ways. I moved with my aunt and uncle in New Jersey. My brother and sister moved with my father to Florida and the oldest sibling my sister stayed in NYC to fend for herself.
That background along with the fact he struggled with work, paying the bills and his alcoholism his whole life and you pair that with the crushing depression of the actual financial depression that the entire USA felt it isnt hard to understand wanting to pull the trigger. While I dont agree with what he ultimately did does not mean that I cannot be somewhat understanding.
The point of writing all this is to share that Suicide does in fact Speak. It starts off with small comments that we pass off as murmurs of depression or doubt that things will get better. When the continue over and over it is more and more like the boy who called wolf. We push these people away or out of our lives instead of asking what you can do to help or if you can assist in any way, perhaps making some phone calls or helping pass around a resume etc. People cut you off.
When a person feels alone and knows that others are saying hey I do not want to talk with you until you get your ducks in a row, your life in order to a person whose entire adult life has been anything but stable it becomes a daunting task. How can I get people back, become positive when I have pointed the finger outwardly my entire life and have not caught a break? A break in life does not come to you if you sit around and just wait for it to happen. Luck has to happen when opportunity meets an action.
Sometimes I wish I talked to my father not as a son who listened to his stories over and over about the good ole days and the way things used to be and how he wished he could change things, instead I wish I would have said hey dad email me your resume and I will throw it up on Monster what do you have to lose? Or something more constructive than talking about my own issues and problems while his were more severe. I lived at college or with my aunt. I had no idea what it felt like to have to pay bills, put food on the table on little to no money.
Now that I do live on my own and I find myself in the same position without a job and living on unemployment I now see the perils of the unemployed and those who have no family helping them out. It can be really depressing and at times I can get really down and out. I however have eliminated people in my life who are destructive only want to drink and smoke etc. I have surrounded myself with people who inspire me, who are productive who do more in a day than I can imagine most people doing in a week or more.
I guess the point of this is to say listen more to those in your life, do not just give them empty advice but empathy. Try to help in more creative ways than just a saying here and there. I know at times people can get annoyed but try to change it up, take them out for a walk in the park, a movie something that gets them out of the house and thinking about new things. Suicide is something that when it happens affects everyone and the survivors feel shy and ashamed. I have learned that speaking about it really helps in the healing process.
Suicide is NOT easy and it is not something I would ever wish upon anyone. However there are things you can as simple as talking about it or by reading books or websites about the topic. There are support groups and people who are willing to listen to you and allow you to talk about how you feel and even share their own stories, such can be found on http://www.suicide.org I urge you to read up if you can if you feel someone you know is in danger. I think anything is better than nothing, and do not live in regret if the worst does happen. It is not your fault especially if you tried your best. I do not know if it runs in my family but I always call a friend or a loved one if I feel depressed to make sure I prevent ever getting to that level.
The times in our lives that we look back upon seem so clear than the events that preceded it. In my own family I have experienced this feeling. When someone is down and out sad and/or depressed we typically do not know the right words to say or what to do. We simply find refuge in sharing phrases handed down to us such as "hang in there" or "keep your chin up" sometimes thats all we feel that we can offer.
Many times we really do not need to say anything at all. We do not need to encourage our significant others regardless if they are family or if they are a friend. I have learned that sometimes we need only listen to understand what is truly going on with one another. We often spend much time speaking and making sure that we are heard that we tend to forget to listen to others. We forget that hearing a person is not enough to listen to them.
I never knew my grandmother. I was about 1yrs old when she took her life. She lept out of the window of her apartment high rise on Thanksgiving many years ago. The family said her behavior had drastically changed leading up to the event and that she was depressed over how what was once a close family was starting to drift apart. They were right but the family was growing older, the sons and daughters had quickly become mothers and fathers of their own. Some too soon others when they felt they were ready.
This was a story I was told when I was younger. I never knew why my family was such a mental landmine, meaning you never knew who or when would explode and lash out in irrational manners. I was a young child who was abused physically and emotionally. I learned to observe the world and make sense of it all. It wasn't until we sat down in my adult years and really talked about all of this that the root of their problems were from feelings of regret, guilt, and lack of ability to vent their emotions and frustrations about past transgressions.
As recently as a year ago my own father took his life. He shot himself for reasons I wont ever know completely but given the state of things not only in the world but his personal life I could piece together. My father was emotional like myself. He wasnt shy to show them or to speak about it. People however dismissed his woes for short term depression. He was out of work so when he shared feelings about being down people said dont worry things will pick up, but he also shared his guilt about the family splitting up about 20yrs ago something he never forgave himself about.
He pointed the finger at many issues not solely the issues of securing employment. He lived a troubled life that began in the projects of Astoria, Queens NY. You had to be rough back then made of stern stuff. You could not help but constantly look over your shoulder. You never knew when you might get jumped, robbed etc. He always told me about the days back then and in my earliest memories I can recall situations when I myself as a youth were presented with troubling situations and memories so I knew he wasnt fabricating these scenarios.
Through the troubled times he found solice in drinking. What started out as an after work relaxation method quickly became a drinking habit. A wife and four kids on a small income and welfare assistance will take the dignity away from any man regardless of how strong. They divorced and we all went our seperate ways. I moved with my aunt and uncle in New Jersey. My brother and sister moved with my father to Florida and the oldest sibling my sister stayed in NYC to fend for herself.
That background along with the fact he struggled with work, paying the bills and his alcoholism his whole life and you pair that with the crushing depression of the actual financial depression that the entire USA felt it isnt hard to understand wanting to pull the trigger. While I dont agree with what he ultimately did does not mean that I cannot be somewhat understanding.
The point of writing all this is to share that Suicide does in fact Speak. It starts off with small comments that we pass off as murmurs of depression or doubt that things will get better. When the continue over and over it is more and more like the boy who called wolf. We push these people away or out of our lives instead of asking what you can do to help or if you can assist in any way, perhaps making some phone calls or helping pass around a resume etc. People cut you off.
When a person feels alone and knows that others are saying hey I do not want to talk with you until you get your ducks in a row, your life in order to a person whose entire adult life has been anything but stable it becomes a daunting task. How can I get people back, become positive when I have pointed the finger outwardly my entire life and have not caught a break? A break in life does not come to you if you sit around and just wait for it to happen. Luck has to happen when opportunity meets an action.
Sometimes I wish I talked to my father not as a son who listened to his stories over and over about the good ole days and the way things used to be and how he wished he could change things, instead I wish I would have said hey dad email me your resume and I will throw it up on Monster what do you have to lose? Or something more constructive than talking about my own issues and problems while his were more severe. I lived at college or with my aunt. I had no idea what it felt like to have to pay bills, put food on the table on little to no money.
Now that I do live on my own and I find myself in the same position without a job and living on unemployment I now see the perils of the unemployed and those who have no family helping them out. It can be really depressing and at times I can get really down and out. I however have eliminated people in my life who are destructive only want to drink and smoke etc. I have surrounded myself with people who inspire me, who are productive who do more in a day than I can imagine most people doing in a week or more.
I guess the point of this is to say listen more to those in your life, do not just give them empty advice but empathy. Try to help in more creative ways than just a saying here and there. I know at times people can get annoyed but try to change it up, take them out for a walk in the park, a movie something that gets them out of the house and thinking about new things. Suicide is something that when it happens affects everyone and the survivors feel shy and ashamed. I have learned that speaking about it really helps in the healing process.
Suicide is NOT easy and it is not something I would ever wish upon anyone. However there are things you can as simple as talking about it or by reading books or websites about the topic. There are support groups and people who are willing to listen to you and allow you to talk about how you feel and even share their own stories, such can be found on http://www.suicide.org I urge you to read up if you can if you feel someone you know is in danger. I think anything is better than nothing, and do not live in regret if the worst does happen. It is not your fault especially if you tried your best. I do not know if it runs in my family but I always call a friend or a loved one if I feel depressed to make sure I prevent ever getting to that level.
Monday, March 14, 2011
What can we do to help Japan?
We are in the age of technology when we can contact a person we already know with the touch or flick of a mere finger. We can begin a search for information with search tools such as Google and many others. We have the ability to connect with the world around us in so many ways, yet when we want to find out how to help others we are seemingly powerless to do so.
Japan has just suffered a tremendous natural disaster much like New Orleans, Haiti, India and others before it. Then we held concerts and raised money and handed it over to the Red Cross. However we do not know when or how it arrives. I am not putting into question where the donations are going. We all know that they are going to aid the people who are suffering right now. What I am suggesting is we connect with the flow of the funds we are giving so that we can connect and feel a part of the relief effort.
When we mail a package we pay extra if we want the option to track our package so that we know the journey that it is taking and how it gets to the destination of where we want it to go. When we donate money we are basically believing it is going towards something good, much the same when you give money to a church. You know the church is using it hopefully to pay the utilities and to help the community. Yet since you have no way of tracking it you have to use your faith.
I know that we can give money to help Japan, but what if there is a scientist out there who knows of a new way to help cool down the Hydrogen Rods in the Nuclear plants, but has absolutely no outlet to share this vital information. Yes the scientist could blog, he could post a message on his FaceBook page or Twitter account but he is again using faith to hope it gets to where it needs to go.
I do know there are many people in the professional and everyday world that can provide groundbreaking ideas in time of dire need as well as our everyday lives. How can they help? How can we be heard? It is very difficult to sit idly by and watch these events unfold knowing I cant do much but to donate money and wait to watch the 3 minute news clip about the updates.
In the age of information I should be able to view the logistics of where my donation is going and how it is transforming currency into help and aid to those who need it. In a time where we want to connect with others we are only able to connect to devices. Powerful devices that can do more than just watch a clip of the disaster but should be able to unify and work towards change and solutions.
While I was watching the brief news coverage for whatever reason this travesty only warrants brief allocations of the daily news slots, instead of round the clock coverage which really disgusts me. I do not have cable tv, I only have internet through my cell phone. How am I supposed to stay connected, know what to do and the on goings of the world around me?
What can we do to help Japan?
Japan has just suffered a tremendous natural disaster much like New Orleans, Haiti, India and others before it. Then we held concerts and raised money and handed it over to the Red Cross. However we do not know when or how it arrives. I am not putting into question where the donations are going. We all know that they are going to aid the people who are suffering right now. What I am suggesting is we connect with the flow of the funds we are giving so that we can connect and feel a part of the relief effort.
When we mail a package we pay extra if we want the option to track our package so that we know the journey that it is taking and how it gets to the destination of where we want it to go. When we donate money we are basically believing it is going towards something good, much the same when you give money to a church. You know the church is using it hopefully to pay the utilities and to help the community. Yet since you have no way of tracking it you have to use your faith.
I know that we can give money to help Japan, but what if there is a scientist out there who knows of a new way to help cool down the Hydrogen Rods in the Nuclear plants, but has absolutely no outlet to share this vital information. Yes the scientist could blog, he could post a message on his FaceBook page or Twitter account but he is again using faith to hope it gets to where it needs to go.
I do know there are many people in the professional and everyday world that can provide groundbreaking ideas in time of dire need as well as our everyday lives. How can they help? How can we be heard? It is very difficult to sit idly by and watch these events unfold knowing I cant do much but to donate money and wait to watch the 3 minute news clip about the updates.
In the age of information I should be able to view the logistics of where my donation is going and how it is transforming currency into help and aid to those who need it. In a time where we want to connect with others we are only able to connect to devices. Powerful devices that can do more than just watch a clip of the disaster but should be able to unify and work towards change and solutions.
While I was watching the brief news coverage for whatever reason this travesty only warrants brief allocations of the daily news slots, instead of round the clock coverage which really disgusts me. I do not have cable tv, I only have internet through my cell phone. How am I supposed to stay connected, know what to do and the on goings of the world around me?
What can we do to help Japan?
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