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Thursday, November 12, 2009
No school no job - HELP I HAVE GREEN SKIN!
The days of getting your fingers dirty and working for your grandfather's feed shop or maybe the local supermarket to springboard your way out of your one horse town have come and gone. The time when you could toss a mint in your mouth, flash those pearly whites, and with some charm and charisma - BAM - someone gives you a job based on potential or the word of your cousin Joe who used you to paint his garage last summer. It doesn't matter that you had worked as a case manager for two years or you're "only two semesters away from your bachelors degree" and the fact that you have enough credits for an associates degree but decided to transfer and had your financial aid yanked out from underneath you. It only matters that you finish that degree in something, ANYTHING! There's nothing like opening an aging newspaper or furiously clicking away on numerous online job listings to see the same title swinging away at you in a fury "MUST HAVE AT LEAST AN ASSOCIATES DEGREE IN ALPHABETIZING" - "BACHELORS IN PENCIL SHARPENING NEED ONLY APPLY" or "MASTERS IN TIMELINESS IMPORTANT." The millions of us who have potential, drive, desire, goals, dreams, know how, experience, a pulse or many other desirable traits a person would love to have in an employee are laughed out of the application process. The resume is used to ignite the kindling in someone's 50 inch masonry wood burning fire place on the hill. There are moments when begging seems suitable for some of us trying to get a job and other times when turning green and tossing the mahogany desk with pictures of the interviewers last fishing trip to La Mexico sitting right under his degree from USC right out the fifth story window. At any rate it is a time now where no degree = no job and whining will get us nowhere. Doers do, and whiners won't. So put my ass in the doers column and get me on the fast track to success. Degree or no degree my torn jeans and green skin should definitely land me a job in Hollywood or at least a spot on the George Lopez Show.
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All hail George Lopez, I wish I was half the man he is. That would make me 2 feet tall, but it seems worth it to me...
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