Done.

I have completely given up on the medical field. I haven't gotten a call or an interview for an MA or even front desk position, in MONTHS. Literally MONTHS. I'm sitting here applying for jobs for MA or front office in vain, because NO ONE WANTS ME. I'm not bilingual, I don't have experience, etc. I officially don't know what to do with my life anymore. I thought if I went to school to be an MA (start at the bottom) and work my way up, it would be a great life decision. But no, I'm working at the damn grocery store, making below minimum wage, getting NO hours, and they don't even like me. I am almost positive they are trying to replace me already. I am 23 years old, and I have done nothing with my life. I just had an interview yesterday for the movie theatre across the street. And they wont even hire me there!! Apparently they would prefer to just hire teenagers. I feel like calling them back and asking "so...what the fuck is wrong with me? Why wouldn't you hire me, and a better question, why wouldn't you hire Jess?? It's the perfect place for her!! at least!" Stupid morons.

I am desperately seeking another job. If not medical, then close to home. Next stop, Starbucks. I hear they start at 8 an hour. So I am going to call tomorrow morning.

I hate feeling this way. The feeling of worthlessness and rejection. I'm sure there are other that feel the same.

Beyond Frustration...

So I'm applying online for some MA jobs, of course, because I went to school for it therefore, thats what I should be doing with my life. BUT NO. I am merely a peon "bakery clerk" and your local over priced grocery store. Since January, I have been on about 4 interviews as an MA. All of them went particularly well, or so I thought. One of them stood out however.

I got to the medical plaza where the interview was, and waiting in the waiting area. There was someone already interviewing. I thought, "Oh great, competition." Silly me, thinking as if I'm the only one they would interview in one day. When it was my turn, the interview went ok, up until she asked me if I was bilingual. To which I replied, no. "Ooohhh....well the position is mandatory bilingual. Sorry, thanks for comin' down." WHAT? So now I HAVE to be bilingual to get a job in the medical field? What the hell is that? I've said it once, and I'll say it again. THIS IS AMERICA!! Now, why in the sam hell would I accommodate someone that is here in the gold ol USA, and doesn't speak english? If i were to go to China, would they speak engrish to me? (Yes, engrish) NO! They would expect me to speak chinese! So if they (whether 'they' be of hispanic decent, asian, french, portuguese, or what have u) are going to live here in the United States, they need to speak the national language. That being ENGLISH.

So for an employer to make it MANDATORY that someone speak spanish IN ORDER to just apply, is complete and utter nonsense. And I find it very unfair that I, myself being of hispanic decent, am losing out on opportunities for a job. Because in most situations, someone that speaks Spanish will definitely get hired over me. This I find very unacceptable.

And that, in essence, is why I THINK I am having such a hard time finding a job in the medical field.

3 Month Update

Well it's been a few months since my last blog. And as of March 27th I am no longer unemployed. But I feel as though I may as well be unemployed with what Fry's is paying me. I'm working in the Bakery doing the closing shift. It used to be 40 hours a week but OF COURSE they cut me down to 26. NOT GONNA WORK as my companion would say. And its really not. I was ALMOST caught up on the bills too. Bullshit.

Other than that I have just been applying everywhere including the movie theatre. We moved to a new place on Bell Rd. And It's amazing 2 bed, 2 bath, washer/dryer. MUCH bigger than our previous abode. And we have been looking forward to it for quite some time. OH and Justin, our drunk, gay, pill-popping landlord, is no longer living. He OD'd on drugs and liquor about a month ago. I was at work and I guess a friend of his found him...It was a horrid scene I imagine...I feel/felt bad for the guy. I knew he was going downhill, and we didnt really get along, but I never wanted him to die. When I look back to when we first moved in, before all the drama, he was a really nice guy.

But yeah, so that's my update. Now that we are moved and settled in, I vow to blog more often.