Finding work was tough.   I applied to a ton of places over the past month and a half.  Firms, construction companies, bars, a computer shop, teaching jobs, and even a hospital.

Dedicating yourself full time to getting a job is consuming in every sense of the word.  Nose to the grindwheel.  And it’s a rollercoaster.  uPS aNd dOWns.  Interview went well?  Don’t get your hopes up… the higher you are the harder you fall.

I finally had it widdled down to 2 promising jobs.  Bartending at a fancy pants steak house and working in patient services at a hospital.  I’d been working on both of them for quite a while.  Two interviews at each.  Each interview separated by a few weeks.  About a month invested in both application processes.  I even had to register online and take an hour long questionnaire for the hospital job.   For $13/hr.  Wow.

So the bartending interviews go well.  I meet the manager and the owner.  I ask about how the bar is at night.  They tell me to swing by, grab a beer, and scope the place out.  Of course I do it.  The owner even personally walks me over to her other restaurant across the street to introduce me to the bartenders over there.  Good sign?  I thought so.

Thank you for taking the time to interview for the bartending position. It was a pleasure to meet with you.

Unfortunately, we have selected another candidate whose background, skills and work experience better mirror the needs of the bar at this time. However, we would be pleased to keep your resume on file and will review it should another, similar opening arise.

We are honored that you chose to apply and wish you only the best in your future job search efforts.

No dice.  Mierda.  What next?  I was banking on this.  I had already applied to every place I could think of.

I no sooner begin climbing out of the frustration and get a call from the head of HR at Woodmeister.  “Can you come to an interview tomorrow?”  Does a bear shit in the woods?  I’ll be there with bells on.