This week has been tough.
I’m not saying this for sympathy. It’s simply fact as much as anything else.
Officially, I’ve passed a few milestones since my departure from my previous position of employment. For those of you not keeping up, I got released for being Gay. Yes, this is perfectly legal. No, I could not pursue legal action.
This week, not only have I attempted to get jobs at more than 75 companies, I’ve now been unemployed for four months.
Now, let’s be clear, I am talented in my job and I get interviews. But bizarre shit keeps happening and I just can’t seem to get beyond certain points. Like this week. I’m progressing well with this company and everything is going well. The phone interviews are just rocking. I’m invited in. With meticulous details, I get ready, making sure I present myself in the best light. My interview is at 2 p.m. I walk in the door at 1:52 p.m., ready to go, cell phone on silent, a smile on my face.
A few minutes after 2, I’m escorted back and sit down with the Human Resources person, with whom all the conversations have taken place.
I will not meet the hiring manager after all. This person left a message during lunch, about two hours prior to my arrival, that an internal candidate would be chosen for the job. In the end, I guess it’s good I didn’t waste my time on a pity interview, which I’d at first preferred because I’m that confident my skills could have blown the internal candidate out of the water.
Such has been the case. One job opportunity lost boiled down to the fact I didn’t have enough Twitter followers on my safe for work account and the hiring manager didn’t even want to talk to me (maybe I should have showed him @iblastinside).
The severance is gone, savings is almost gone and my 44th birthday approaches.
I started the Bareback Brotherhood #BBBH on my site at my expense. I’ve tried to supplement it with advertising but so far, I’ve not found readers really come to my blog for that, so I’m considering not continuing.
In the scheme of all the crap going down, I want a fun day doing something interesting and unusual. No one has provided me with any ideas, so I’m still looking for some ideas. Any donated funds go to fulfilling something incredible… just for me. No job hunting. No worrying about anything. Could be fucking. Could be something else. Just looking for ideas. Got any? Donate an idea! Donate a little fundage!
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