Thank You For Your Interest

recession girl

(I thought my dressing up as Recession Girl for Halloween was appropriate at this time)

This is a phrase I’ve heard a lot over the last 6 months. Or rather, I haven’t really heard it. More like I’ve seen it in an email in our new green-friendly world, and once I believe someone actually took the time to print out a form letter and inserted my name into it. You see, in the beginning, it wasn’t that bad. My job search started off full of companies that I really wanted to work in. Other athletic departments. Other local sports teams. Even a few TV stations. So when I read the “Thank you for your interest”, I was pissed, but I knew that there actually might be other candidates out there who were more qualified for the position.
But as the months rolled by, as the wine continued to be consumed and my savings completely depleted, the jobs I started to apply for have become a bit more off track of my experience and education. Granted, I knew I could not be picky at this point, but now I’m just trying to make some money. Perhaps start working for a company where I can find some stability in this recession. And most importantly, a nice discount on services. But now this 5-word phrase has taken on a new meaning. Now it’s a just a huge slap in the face. I’ve been thanked for my “interest” by fast food chains, large retailers, furniture warehouses, and places where people rent cars on vacation. Now, I’m not trying to toot my horn(I don’t even have a car!), but come on! Is there really that many people out there who can tell people who to fry burgers faster? Convince you to buy crap furniture? Tell you where the specials are? Persuade you to upgrade to the tourist-trap Sebring convertible instead of the gas-friendly Taurus? I don’t think so.
A lot of people have told me that many of these companies won’t hire someone with a master’s degree because they are afraid that I am overqualified for the position, and if I find something else more suitable, I’ll jump up and leave. Or they throw this gem out at me-“While your resume is very impressive, I’m afraid you don’t have enough sales/marketing/fry-girl experience for this position”. So apparently experience and education don’t matter. How hard can it be to rent cars to people at midnight at the MIA airport? I’ve mastered the art of not getting set on fire during a Miami/Florida State game at the Orange Bowl while managing public will call (a scene I can only imagine is similar to hell), but there is no way I can catch on to learning on how to sell warehouse furniture to people who still have some money to waste? You have got to be kidding me.
So you must understand that it’s not exactly “my interest” in your company, my friends. It’s more like “my desperation”. Don’t thank me for my interest. Tell me what I need to do in order to be more “suitable for your position”. Should I not wear a suit to the interview? Perhaps wear earrings with my name in them so you won’t forget my name? That might make a lasting impression. How about I just take my education right off my resume? Because clearly it doesn’t matter anymore. Perhaps I should take my resume down to the local dancing facility where “managed all inbound customer service inquiries” and “provided guest services including bag check, giveaways, and general customer service to all patrons” really means something.


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