Whatever...

After my last post, I just realized that it probably would of help to tell you that I did win a few dollars. I won't tell you exactly how much, but let's just say it was less than half of what I put in. Not exactly the results I was looking for, but whatever.

Obviously, this could be a lesson for us all. You would want to think that if you bought twenty tickets from one roll that you might have had a good chance at winning a substantial amount of money. Yet, I have just proved this not to be true. I tried to scratch each ticket with a new system. I tried scratching the winning number first. Then I tried the amount first. Regardless of what I tried, there were not many scratches that proved profitable. I wonder if Bill Gates has tried this theory out? Knowing his luck, each ticket might be a winner.

I know, no revelation here. I just wanted to further explain my scratch ticket adventure. Monday is gone and Tuesday is almost here. I hope something wonderful (meaning a potential interviewer) calls me back. Hello Tuesday! Alright, time to go to bed. Adios amigos!

Yet, Another Goodbye

I would never admit this to anyone other than the few readers that just started to follow my blog, but I do have a confession. On my tight (a.k.a. unemployed) budget, I just made a purchase that I probably should have not made. The purchase was (wait for it) something I should not have spend money on (can you handle it?) and something that actually pays off for very few people. That's right, I spent my last few dollars on scratch tickets.

Alright, go ahead and make fun of a me, but a guy likes to scratch a lottery ticket here and there. I went ahead and withdrew a $20 bill from my local ATM, walked over to my favorite gas station, and went for it. Just as a side note... I promised the owner of the gas station to bring back the ticket if I won. Man, I am just a philanthropic individual if I say so myself.

Needless to say, I am adding another revelation after my post-scratching adventure. I may never win the lottery. Yes, I am man enough to tell you that I might let that pipe dream go. Goodbye Bill, adios Scarlett, and Auf Wiedersehen lottery tickets.

33

No, that is not my age. Thirty-three is the number I am down to on my journey (or pathetic attempt) of self realization. I know it has been a few days since my last post and there is a reason for that. Unfortunately, I spent a few days of self-loathing after I didn’t get the last job I interview for. Don’t sound surprised!

I blocked any major “ah-ha” moments with my trusty six pack and handy bathrobe, which I have now dubbed my cape. Yesterday I finally had a friend come over, pull me out of my fortress of solitude and take me out to lunch. This friend (or lets say this current person I am forced to like even in my depression) is one of those people that made all the right decisions. He went to the right college, met the right people, spent the right amount of time at each business before moving on, found the right girl, the right house, the right salary… need I say more. This is exactly the type of friend you want to hang out with when you are also on the right path. In my situation, he was also the kind of friend that I wanted to hate since I am currently on no given path.

After a double cheeseburger with everything on it (including jalapenos) and a coke, I hit realization number 33… if he can do it so can I. Ugh, it pains me to say that, but I do have potential and the ability to rack in the dough even without the help of Bill Gates. I would of much rather focus on the cheesy meat instead of my future. Let’s just say, when he picked me up I hated him. When he dropped me off I was inspired. Thanks jerk. You better come pick me up for burgers next week just in case the robe somehow slips back on.

BLAH!!!

Alright, I have no revelation to share today. I actually just have one simple question… When did the interview process get so hard? I went for a second interview today at a company, which I will leave anonymous, only to be bombarded by six different interviewers. Yes, I said SIX!!!!!!

I know I have been out of the interview game for awhile, but when did an entire office jump in on the interview process? After starting with the hiring manager, I moved onto the department head, the administrative assistant, and several other people in the immediate area. Honestly, I could feel my face flushing as one introduced the next and left the room. I couldn’t help but wonder what they thought of me. Did they like me? Would I fit in here? It kind of felt like high school all over again.

You know what, I take that back. I do have a revelation for today. I will never be a recruiter. I have no idea how Bill Gates started a company and hired his first team. I just don’t have the heart to drag someone through countless interviews only to tell them sorry. Interviewer # 4 didn’t think you would fit in with the corporate culture. Blah.

Six Reasons to Smile!

After my post last week things have started to turn around. No, Bill Gates did not show up at my door step, but I finally took off the bathrobe and had a job interview. I didn’t exactly get the job, but at least I am headed in the right direction. During my diligent job search (thank you Craigslist) I have noticed that many companies are hiring “model types” to be servers or bartenders. Hmmm. Well, I am no George Clooney, so I don’t think I would get hire for one of the positions.

Maybe I could bartend at a local dive joint. I know how to make a car bomb and definitely can open a bottle of beer. Ah, beer. I think this eloquently carries into my next realization. The only six-pack I will ever have will be located in my fridge. As I said, I am not the chiseled model type. I am not overweight, but you are certainly not going to find any definition on my stomach except my bellybutton and I am OK with that. So, yes, I can learn not to spend time looking for model type work just as easy as I can tell Scarlett we are over. Finally, I am learning to accept me. Thirty four more to come. Be patient!

Only 35 More To Go

Well, it has been five months and I am still feeling the recession hanging over me like a wet towel. Although this new found freedom (a.k.a. unemployment) started me on a journey to face reality, I did fall into a small slump. Some might even call it a major depression. If you don’t know me and my depression is now making you depressed I have the name of a fabulous doctor I can share. In the meantime, why not listen to me some more?

Back to becoming self aware. Lets recap my first two “ah-ha” moments since it has been some time. One: Bill Gates and I will never meet under the green awning of a gas station and become buds. Two: Scarlett and I will never become buds or even more than buds at any point in my unemployed or even employed life. Now, these prior realizations (as great as they are) are now leading me to my next life changing fact.

Three: I may never be a CEO. Not to say that I am not shooting for the stars here. Basically, I have to start somewhere and believing that I am going the make the salary of a CEO straight from my bathrobe makes no sense. Sorry Fortune 500 companies. You may just have to wait and let me flourish and build my career. Maybe if I started my own company I could be a CEO or even a CFO by tomorrow. Okay, back to reality. You need a plan, an idea, a product. Thank you realization number 3 for bringing me back down. Maybe I should start with a managerial position.

Okay, on my first blog I promised 37 more. 37-2 = 35. Bear with me. This self actualization may take a little longer than I thought. Now to log out, take off the bathrobe, and find that job.