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  1. Does The Unemployment Department Scare The Hell Out of Anyone Else?

    June 21, 2012 by Lady Unemployed

    So today I spent an hour (!!) on the phone with the unemployment department to straighten out an issue that came up after I reported earnings I received for a sponsored blog post (not on this on; on another blog I have under my real name).


    Seriously the unemployment department scares the hell out of me.

    This whole situation reminded me of the time in 4th grade when I didn’t want the Principal’s daughter to play with me and my friends. What a HUGE deal that became!

    This situation was similar.

    I expected the FBI and CIA to come after me or something.

    It got straightened out, except for a weird moment when they asked if I worked for a company I’ve never heard of before. That scares me.

    So, now I’m a little worried about follow up letters from them about this mysterious company. And now I have a creepy feeling someone is watching me. You know that big brother’s watching deal?


    I’m feeling that.

    Aside from all of that, I have an interview this Monday! I am so excited about this! This is the job I really want. Like, really.

  2. Job Seekers Are A Territorial Bunch

    June 14, 2012 by Lady Unemployed

    The B*tch from the Bookstore

    If I’m not in  my unemployment coffee shop, I’m in the bookstore right next door. This bookstore has the usual crowd including the elderly, moms with little children, business people who I suspect are looking for work, and teenagers.

    Well, last week my brother and I went to the bookstore in the afternoon and I looked for a usual spot where there are outlets for me to plug in my laptop. There are only three spots in the bookstore to access outlets and we went to a table that was available near one of those outlets. Sitting behind me was a business woman on her laptop. I reach around to plug in my computer and this is what I saw —

    The used up outlet I saw

    I followed the cord and saw that this business woman had taken up both outlets with her laptop cord and her cell phone charger. O-kay.

    Politely, I ask, “Would you mind unplugging one of those so I can plug in my computer?”

    As if I just asked her to hand me her laptop so I could use her personal computer myself, she says in a tone that the entire bookstore you can hear, “No! No…no. No, I’m not going to do that. No.” She sticks out her arm and points to a man sitting by one of the other outlets in the bookstore. “There’s one right over there you can use.”

    Well, just as she says that this other man reaches for his cell phone charger and I watch as he takes up both of the outlets near him.

    Across from me, my brother gives me a look that says what I’m thinking, “What a b*tch!” He told me later that I whispered under my breath, “Bitch.” But I don’t remember that.

    So, I do remember telling my brother in my own “loud enough for the bookstore to hear” tone, “You know I’ve had to charge my own cell phone before while using my laptop and instead of using both outlets, I just charge my cell with my computer.”

    Nothing else was said from the bookstore b*tch behind me. Twenty minutes later I get a phone call from my mom asking me to call the cable company and I got distracted and had to leave the area to complete the call.

    Thirty minutes later, I returned and the area had gotten even more crowded. I let go of the moment and my brother and I went to a different section of the bookstore.

    I felt a little guilty later, because of my outburst to the lady the second time. When I told my mom about the incident she told me that the lady probably had no idea how to charge her cell phone with her laptop. And that might be the case, but you know what I learned from all this?

    Job seekers are a territorial, aggressive, and sometimes downright b*tchy/assh*lish bunch.


  3. Unemployed – The Thing Which Must Not Be Named

    June 7, 2012 by Lady Unemployed

    Voldemort should see a dentist

    If there was a physical embodiment of unemployment, it would look like this.

    Last week, a couple of interesting things happened.  First, I was at the cash register for my unemployment coffee shop and I placed my order.  The barista asked me, “How is your day?”

    Quick side note: I’m a talker in coffee shops. The coffee shops I’m a regular at probably know more about me than a person should in that type of setting. 

    I reply, “Good. I’m still unemployed.”

    Another quick side note: They already know that I don’t have a job. This is not new to them.

    Instead of getting a look of sympathy and a remark of encouragement, the guy looks at me like I just told him that I’m in love with him and want to have his baby. He scoffs at my insanity and gives me the total for my drink.

    I pay and let the awkwardness pass and continue on about my day. No big deal right?

     And then my mom and I go get our hair done during that same week. It’s a beautiful Friday afternoon and I’m feeling pretty good for the most part. We go into the salon and are seen promptly, even though we don’t have appointments. I go to my beautician while my mom goes to hers. These beauticians happen to be on two sides of the salon.

    So, unlike my attitude at coffee shops, I’m not usually a talker at a salon. This time though I decided to do something different and chat up the lady cutting my hair.  We talk about lots of things. I mention I’m looking for a job (no look of insanity there) and got laid of in February. She mentions she is in school to get her degree. I talk about my dream of being a writer. She talks about hers (what are the odds of meeting a fellow writer?).

    We near the end of my haircut and my hair is still wet. She pauses and asks me, “Do you want your hair blow dried? It’s about 25 extra bucks. I figured I’d ask since…” She drops her voice. “…you’re unemployed.”

    I act as if she didn’t talk about my joblessness like it’s a politically incorrect statement. “That’s fne. My mom is treating me.” (Thanks mom, by the way.)

    She laughs it off and we continue talking.  The haircut is complete and I join back together with my mom and we finish the day off by purchasing some very cute, and very inexpensive, flip-flops.

    With these two stories described in completion, did you recognize their commonality?

    I’m beginning to realize that unemployment is beginning to be seen as a politically incorrect statement. Being out of a job is now “the-thing-which-must-not-be-named.” It’s even in the news too. It’s better to have a job and be looking for one, than not have a job and be looking for one.  Employers are more likely to hire you if you do have a job. Meanwhile, our unemployment rate continues to skyrocket.

    I am not unemployed because I want to be. Trust me. This isn’t fun. I want a job. But if we continue acting like that it’s somehow the unemployed person’s fault or that they should be embarrassed by it like a wart on the nose, than the problem will never be fixed.

    Meanwhile, maybe my current job title shouldn’t be blank. Maybe I’ll just describe myself as being an underpaid blogger with a growing chip on her shoulder.