TheBanyanTree: I'm an unemployment statistic . . .

[Margaret R. Kramer]

Here's an example from my own life of how bad the job market really is . . .

 

I had a great workout at the gym on Thursday.  As I was walking to my car,
basking in the too rare fall sunshine and the warming temperatures, I turned
on my cell phone.

 

Ding.  Ding.  Ding went the cell phone.

 

I had three voicemail messages.  Halleluiah!  I hit the big one, I thought,
a real job offer or a job interview.  

 

As I listened, I found out that each message was from a different recruiter
and a different recruiting company.

 

And they were all about the same darn job!

 

There was a job listed that day and everyone and their brother got into the
act.  I saw the job on craigslist.  I saw it on dice.com.  I saw it in my
emails.  One stinking job and it was listed everywhere in the universe.

 

I met 99% of the criteria, so I signed an agreement with one of the
recruiting companies, the one who called me first, and now I'll wait and see
what happens.

 

Probably nothing.  The competition for this one lone position is fierce.

 

The highlight of my week was meeting with a recruiter who contacted me last
Saturday about an open position.  We met this week and he sent my resume and
information to the company.  It was hurry, hurry, and now I haven't heard a
darn thing.  I sent a follow-up email to the recruiter, but he didn't seem
too concerned.

 

Oh, I hate this waiting.

 

Being an unemployment statistic means looking and waiting and hoping.
Hoping that somebody sees me as something more than a statistic.

 

Margaret R. Kramer

margaretkramer at comcast.net

margaret.kramer at polarispublications.com

www.polarispublications.com

www.linkedin.com/in/margaretkramer

 

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are
conscious of our treasures. 

-Thornton Wilder