I Don’t Have Anything Funny to Say
I suffer from this terrible disease, the only symptom of which is that I think my life is very boring. Maybe it’s because I don’t get out much. Maybe I hang out with boring people. Or maybe it’s just that I happen to be chronically and terminally boring. And unfortunately, my condition seems to worsen when I’m unemployed and have nothing to do all day besides play computer games and surf the internet. Such activities don’t make for interesting blogging material.
Christmas was good, but it has come and gone, and now we’re into the doldrums of winter. It’s been three months since I was laid off. I’ve now spent almost as much time unemployed as I’ve spent employed since graduation. People try to act interested and sympathetic by asking if I’ve had any leads lately. To me, this is about akin to people asking “Are there any girls you like right now?” when you’re dating. Maybe there are a thousand girls you like, but it doesn’t matter unless one of them goes on a date with you.
Well, unfortunately for me, everyone’s washing their hair Friday night. I’ve had one interview offer in three months, and it was for a low-paying out-of-state job for which I was overqualified. When you define yourself largely by what you do, it feels pretty awful to be doing nothing.
8 thoughts on “I Don’t Have Anything Funny to Say”
Boring? Hardly. You weren’t boring yesterday at all! In fact I thought you were quite entertaining. It was so wonderful to meet you both. Please tell her that for me as I can’t locate her blog (if she has one.)
Oh, and being unemployed is also akin to being single in the fact that pretty much all of us go through it, and there’s no shame in being there. As long as we keep that hope, we’ll be fine. Really. Cliche as it may be, it’s true.
I don’t have a blog yet, so you’re just fine. :) It was lovely to meet you too! I’ve been wanting to meet you for a while.
Also, I think that’s a very wise statement about being unemployed and single. I’d never thought of it that way before.
I hear you. None of the places I’ve contacted recently have even bothered to respond and say that they received my information. It’s discouraging. May you find employment soon.
Of all the things I’d ever accuse you of, Squirrel Boy, being boring is not one of them. I wish I’d had more of a chance to talk to you and Brinestone yesterday.
Looking for a job is a lot like dating, I’ve decided. Except that you don’t end up homeless if you don’t get a date.
I got my first actual pseudo-rejection yesterday. It was refreshing to have a company tell me what was going on instead of having to pick up on their subtle hints like not calling me back.
And it was less depressing because it was one of those “It’s not you—it’s me” type rejections. Apparently the company just needs time to work through some things.
I guess the question is, do you believe in true love?
Well, I don’t think you’re boring at all. In fact, I’m always glad to count you among my friends – all of whom are of great interest to me.
But, the job thing sucks. Want me to kill an editor or two to free up some positions?
If it’s not too much trouble, sure—just so long as it’s not an editor I know or care about, like Cicada or Ambrosia. I might feel a little guilty about that.
Maybe the problem isn’t so much that I’m boring, but rather that my life is boring. I just don’t feel like interesting things happen to me that often. Or maybe they don’t seem interesting to me because it’s my life.
But I’d like to make one correction: I definitely do not hang out with boring people. I very much like my various groups of friends.
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