Your Monkey had titanic ambitions for this weekend, my friends.
He had high apple pie in the sky kind of plans. He had big time plans for searching for jobs and applying for jobs and in general flooding the market with a series of crisp, well-written cover letters that explained in no uncertain terms why he was not only:
- perfect for each any every open position in the Boston job market
- such a compelling and intriguing workforce candidate that companies without any openings would think about creating a new position just to hire him
By Monday morning (according to your Monkey’s twisted mind), there would be a group of increasingly desparate employers huddled outside of his email inbox like junkies beggin for a fix.
“Please man, will you come in for an interview.”
“Come on, brother, can you spare a few minutes to let us know how where you see yourself in three years?”
“For god sakes, can you just tell us about one challenge you’ve faced and how you’ve overcome it?”
“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND ALL THAT IS HOLY, WHEN WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO START????”
But as is usually the case with your Monkey’s ambitious schemes, reality has fallen far short of fantasy.
We have managed to apply for one job that was posted almost a month ago and is most likely filled by now.
We spent a lot of time fucking about on the internet and not getting much done.
We greedily collected podcasts in our itunes and checked our email and clicked on the stumble upon button over and over again instead of getting down to business.
And we have found ourselves with another case of the Sunday afternoon job hunting blues.