Holding Out For The Right Job

I am having the hardest time finding a job right now, but it isn't the getting hired part that is hard, its finding one to apply to that is. Even in my desperate state I have standards. For example I refuse to even apply for a position where the classified reads, "tiping skills, word, and excell a must" because that means working for someone who can't spell typing or excel, and I just can't deal with that right now.

I tried my luck at a career fair a while back, which are never easy for me. I have a hard time talking to strangers especially about myself. The only email I got after was from the one asshole I couldn't stand. From the moment I approached his table he seemed hell bent on making me cry. I tried not to take it personally because I could tell he was the kind of loud mouth guy who gets a kick out of making other people feel uncomfortable, but he took it to a whole other level of ass holery with me.

I walked up and started my little spiel about myself and he immediately interrupted me.

Him: Wait, wait, wait a sec honey, I think I remember you. Were you here last year?"

Me: Yes, but only for the seminars. I was still a student.

Him: No, I remember you. You came up just like this, then when I tried to set up and interview you game me all sorts of problems and excuses. So why should I let you waste my time again?

Me: I don't know what to say, I think you're thinking of someone else.

Him: Well, I don't normally give second chances, but lets see your resume.

I hand it to him and he starts to look over it.

Him: So you just graduated?

Me: Yes, in September.

Him: Good, but you have no work experience?

Me: Well I have a year of sales experience in a similar area.

Him: Yeah, but its just not the same. I tell you what, I am going to set your resume over here in this pile. This pile is for the people who would need some work and training and I haven't decided if I have time for that right now.

Me: Well It was nice to meet you, thank you for your time.

Him: You know what I should bring to these things? A paper shredder, wouldn't that save time? I'm not talking about your resume, don't get all misty eyed on me. I'm just saying wouldn't that be kind of funny. Bzzzzz!

I kept it together the best I could as I walked right out the door and to my car. Game over. Then I got his email a week later asking for me to send him a headshot, so he could put faces with all the resumes. I didn't send one, but looking back I wish I would of send him something obscene or atlease a picture of me giving him the finger. I still see his adds in the classifides, he must go thought employees like breathmints.

That was more than six months ago and I still don't have a job. But atleast I haven't been stuck at a job that I hate for six months.