i know it's not called "happy fun time" for a reason

I don't feel like going back to work yet. Yes, the severance pay plays a big factor in this decision, but there is also that feeling of total... antipathy.

It's just that I've been working in recruitment for a while now. Nowadays, when people ask me about my future plans, I insist on shying away from that line of work.

Because, let me tell you: recruitment sucks.

The primary reason why I loathe the line of work now is that it requires that one's numbers would be dependent on one single element, and that element is out of the recruiter's hands: number of hires. Or, number of screened applicants. Never mind all those who don't answer their phones, don't answer emails, or after going through the grueling screening process, just decide that you know what? They're just not into you(r company).

Which, really, sometimes just makes you want to go into a flying rampage.

And I don't want that anymore.

The only part I liked was the interview. For some reason, I enjoyed talking to people. Mostly because as the screener, I am allowed to be bitchy and impatient when they are that to me. Because for the fifteen to sixty minutes that they have to talk to me, I can make them say things they really shouldn't be saying to someone who would be hiring them.

Yeah, it's total manipulation, but it's amazing how many people need to say some stuff.


So I've been unemployed, officially, since June. And I still don't know what to do with my life.

The one thing I do know? I don't want someone else telling me what to do.

Because my aunt just raised my ire by referring me to some company for a job that holds absolutely no appeal to me. I know, it's unfair, since I know next to nothing about the job, but the basic information alone was enough to make my skin crawl: secretary to the president of an insurance company.

Which, let's face it: by job title alone, it's not exactly my cup of tea. I mean, I know nothing about the business, I know nothing about being a secretary, and oh my gods, it's not even in a building I want to work in. (shallow. yes. i know.)

But each one of my previous jobs had fulfilled at least one part of a mental checklist that I use when screening for work.

And this one fills not a single one of those pre-requirements.

I'm probably going to go, just for the sake of saying I did, but watch this space. I'm probably going to bomb this interview the same way I did the Phi Sci entrance exam.

It's amazing how badly one can do when you really put your mind to it.