The job search continues…
By the end of yesterday I had sent in 22 resumes and printed another 15 job postings for me to tackle today. Somewhere I read that for every job posted in St. Louis there are at least 250 applying for that position. When Ellie applied at the casino, she was 1 of 23,000+ people who applied for 1,300 available jobs. This place is friggin’ nuts.
So anyway… last night I was boo-hoo-ing and crying to Mike about the pitiful state of my employment status, like he needed to be told. I am applying for jobs that I know I am too qualified to do but they pay MONEY, so I am applying anyway. Half crying I ask my husband, “Where do I fit in? I was rejected by a cleaning service because I’m over-qualified. I was rejected by a car-detailing service because I didn’t meet their minimum requirements. What job on this frickin’ earth is between washing cars and scrubbing toilets that am I qualified to do?”
He responded in the most matter of fact, dead serious tone, “CEO.” His gaze never left the Stanley Cup playoffs.
I was crying, but I laughed.
