Sophia Ferrel, 32-year-old optimist extraordinaire, sounds a bit less bullish on unemployment than she did last Friday.
The start of the week has changed for me. It is now Sunday. That's the day that I apply for my weekly unemployment benefits.
And it starts online, early in the morning, like this: We are experiencing a high volume of usage at this time, please try again later. The internet application is available 24-hours a day from midnight Saturday through 5:00 p.m. Friday. Monday through Thursday after 5:00 p.m. is our least busy time. On a web page. In the city that birthed Bill Gates.
Applied for food stamps, a lengthy process online, and they booked me an interview time. (Oh! My first interview!) I received the letter with my interview date and time in the mail—7 hours after it was actually scheduled. Brilliant.
However: I love this city. I don't believe that it is going to let me down.
The conundrum about having to apply for a job three times a week is that there are not usually three jobs out there that I am interested in or that are interested in me. Still, I apply to a lot of places. But usually I am not emotionally invested in any of them. I don't really want to be an Apartment Manager in Kirkland… And when I search Craigslist for job postings in my field, property development, I get the following: "Loan Officers — Get Your $100,000 Income Back," "Women, This Business Is Perfect For You," "Looking for A Highly Motivated, Hungry Real Estate Agent," "Attention Sales Pros..Thousands in Profit Per Sale!," "$$$ Real Estate Investor seek an Apprentice $$$."
I guess important people do read the Slog though, which maybe will help eventually. After last week's post I was contacted by a gentleman from the mayor's office. My first reaction was to panic. Was I now being held accountable for all those acid-riddled high school days?
As it turned out, they'd contacted me to find out what "amazing website for volunteers" I was working on... and not because of the acid or, fear number two, because I park illegally close to stop signs. The website in question is basically going to change the way people recruit, organize and manage volunteers (and allow anyone to create their own project) through the hyper local application of social networking tools. It's also a pretty fulfilling, interesting way to spend my days (and some nights), even though it doesn't provide me with health insurance or make me any money.
And then there is the issue of making money.
The big news of the week in applicationland is that I got, for the very first time, an e-mail acknowledgment of one of my applications. Yes, in all the what-feels-like-millions of applications, I hadn't even got so much as a Thank You For Applying We Will Get Back To You After We Fill The Position With Someone Else. Finally, the Henry Art Museum stepped up to the plate. Thank you Henry Art Museum; sometimes just a short reply can help make the process feel a little less like tossing e-mails into cyberspace. At times it seems as if it would be just as effective to throw my resumes from an overpass onto the passing cars below. Which is tempting and sounds sort of fun (as well as sort of illegal). Since I can't afford more ink to print them, I will just have to throw them at random Job-1028806283@craigslist.org postings instead.Last night, disconnected from the rest of the world, I drove north on I-5 at 5:30 p.m., sun hanging low in the sky, red taillights blurry without my glasses, and I had the weirdest feeling of being an imposter. Masses of people headed home after work, thousands and thousands of people with jobs. It has been months without a job or school. This may be why Hollywood people do such strange things; I am living side by side with all of normality and trying to pretend that I still can relate. And afford fancy cheeses.
Or am I fortunate? What an opportunity to have the mental space to explore other options for providing for myself! I am now working, unpaid, on two different website start-ups (one is the volunteer website, and one is secret, secret, secret) and happily enjoying all my other time off. The final upside to it all is I that I now get the good hours at the climbing gym, when hardly a soul is in there. The downside is that I realize they play crappy music all the time.
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