Why won't you smile with me? - Because you are too sad. Why won't you marry me? - Because you are too late. Why won't you love me? - Because you are too good. Why won't you fuck me? - Because your dick is too big. Why won't you kill me? - Because you are too alive. Why won't you give me a job? - Because you are too cerebral.
While the first few may be exaggerations or stretched truths or simply fabrications, the last one is just the latest episode in my saga of job hunting. Yes, that is precisely what I was told as I was turned down for a job with the BBC World Service Trust. That I was too cerebral, and hence overqualified for the task at hand. Some world we live in, eh?
Since when did having a functioning brain begin to get in the way of getting a job? Should that not be a prerequisite instead of being an obstacle? Should it not improve one's chances instead of obliterating them? But then again, real life has a way of dispensing with logic and screwing up the best laid plans.
I am tempted to lower my own standards but that would be too bad. I am tempted to give up and stop trying but that would be too dangerous. I am tempted to once again take up something that I just won't enjoy doing but that would be too fucked up. And I am thinking all these thoughts because frankly, this entire streak of "bad luck" is getting too tiring.
I have been advised that it might really help my cause if I began believing, since this is all apparently His way of bringing me around to His flock. Now that is simply too much.
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Buddy over qualified for the job is one of many lame excuses employers use and you shouldn't lose heart...because at the end of the day its simple old fashioned BS.
Keep at it and good luck!
ain't losing heart, my friend... just a little dumb-founded with the bizarre things life has been steadily throwing my way for a while now. and there is little option but to keep at it.
you can write a comical book on job hunting..
i suppose the title of this post can suffice as an answer to your suggestion... "That too..."!!! :p
May be time is not right for work...why don't you get yourself a fancy Doctorate. Stipend will pay the bills and you can keep prodding the job market.
Just a thought.
at least you didn't get turned down for being a male :p
a proverb comes to mind that was told to me not too long ago:
it doesn't matter how intelligent or smart you are, but if the train doesn't stop at the station, it won't pick you up.
ps stop whining, you ain't no dog...
ps2 you need to find those you're in sync with. albeit, there'll probably be only 1 crew out there for you, but when you find them, you'll fit. everything else crumbles is irrelevant. i bet they haven't heard from you, but that's probably because you haven't heard of them. doing generic searches is a graduate thing. you're not a graduate no more, so apply the same mindset to finding the crew. easier said than done, but still, better to do something worthwhile than bang your head compulsively against a wall only to recriminate that your head hurts.
abhishek, if i take up a doctorate, i would want to be sincere about it, but don't have enough motivation at the moment to do anything of the sort. but yea, the thought has crossed my mind...
tengu, when the train decides to not stop at the station precisely because it doesn't want to pick you up...
and i thought i had found that elusive crew, only, the ship had to go down line and sinker. and i ain't exactly banging my head against the wall, merely wondering at the continuing bizarre turn of events.
so? try again? you gonna give already? you gonna cry about it? you still gonna use it to justify your predicament?
besides, that crew landed in your lap, you didn't land in its lap. you didn't know off them before you started the pursuit. so while it might have been good had it lasted, it can't be said that you really wanted it before you actually had it, can it? it was a good coincidence, but it didn't work, so move on, let it sink without taking you down along with it. but just as you've tasted blood in the sea, why don't you go find a worthwhile prey to catch instead of lambasting the lack of fish in the shallows? ain't nobody swimming but you in your life, so no need to be shy about it :p
ps you ever try to email that guy who hired you to ask if he knew of any worthwhile crews operating in the vicinity? some of us hunt in packs and do it from the b... :D
ps none of the trains but one stopped at the station. and metaphorically, the one that did got derailed not much after it left the station. so now you've made it back to the station. but guess what, you want to catch a particular starlight express, but all you have is locals at this station. the prob is the train you want might be a local, or an express. but you don't even know what train it is that you want. and so, for the record, how do you know you're in the right station? maybe you need to go for a walk and find one of those stations where you have to press a button for the train to stop, you know, the sort of station that has trains that usually don't stop for anybody. but unless you find the right station, ain't no train gonna call there, and before you know it, yeah, you'll be thirty like me ;-)
so roll up your sleeves, and find the right station.
i ain't complaining neither am i giving up. maybe you are reading too much between the lines?
also, you need to understand that not everyone pursues the idea of work in the same way as you. some people (like you) have a good clue of the kind of work they want to do and try to get there. whereas, others (like me) don't feel passionately about any job as such, and are happy enough to do something interesting that may come their way, when it does. and this fact removes the notion of pointedly searching for the elusive satisfaction from a job, that will never really happen. capice?
Thats why they are called the "British" Broadcasting Corporation...if they had brains they would be called Doordarshan or may be CNN;-)
hahahaha... but certainly not Voice of America! :p
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