est. 1987

Frustration.

Ever since I applied for that transcription job, which I had trusted because it was found through Indiana Career Connect, my email account has been filled with emails of questionable nature. Many new restaurant positions with links I refuse to click on and today was the icing on the cake. Mr. Walker of Vidi Group emailed me saying that my resume put me as an excellent qualifier. I immediately took to looking it up and found it to be a scam. So, I marked it as spam and gave a weary sigh of defeat.

Yesterday was good. Sense the sarcasm? Mom got a call (since it’s her number is the only one we have right now) saying a bank wanted to have me schedule an interview. Well, I looked around online for that too. I got a lot of “THIS COMPANY SCAMS OLD PEOPLE” and how it was incredibly hard. I asked for an opinion of my facebook friends and one of my friend’s had had experience with the company and well, ended up quitting after a week due to being miserable. That went with the gist of “This isn’t for everyone” I was getting on top of the elderly scamming. So, I’m going to call mom back today and tell her that’ll be a no. And that I need an email address for a job we saw in the paper so I can send my resume over.

I am incredibly fed up with being scammed. Offered jobs that don’t exist. You know, I’m glad I killed my bank account when I left Hanover because I’m sure they’d find some underhand means to get into that. And yes, I’m being a bit …what would you like to call it? Conspiracy theory friendly? Ha. I made that up, obviously. They won’t do that unless I give them my account number but well, no number to be had. Screw you, guys.

What do I need to do to get an honest job? Have a PhD for entry level? I’m friendly, I work hard, I’d be at work on time and wouldn’t complain.

Don’t hire me. Hire yonder folks that drag their feet to work. The ones that OBVIOUSLY hate their jobs. That makes for an excellent work environment, doesn’t it?

It’s all enough to make a girl want to fake her death in Russia and take up sheep herding with a cute chap that speaks broken English (Yes, my ambition in life only happens once I ‘die’. Something horribly philosophical about that don’t you think?)

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Comments on: "Frustration." (3)

  1. I will pay you to… um… something. =/

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