Every six months or so I ceremoniously apply to Westjet for an apprenticeship position. I've been doing this for eight years now. I still do this for Air Canada as well, although Air Canada seems to always be in financial trouble so I never expect them to call me back. However, you would think that after eight years of nothing, absolute NOTHING, 1000+ resumes sent out for AME apprenticeship, that I would have stopped beating the horse by now. The dead one. At what moment are you supposed to realize there is no hope for you and your diploma? At what point do you stop going to school to upgrade with 2 or 3 degrees and decorate them with other various certificates? When do people start to realize that if your Uncle Father or Auntie Mom doesn't get you in, there's a good chance your resume went straight to the shredder? Two months after being fired and a mental breakdown later, that's when.
The mental breakdown happened this weekend. I am strangely okay. Nothing like going to Red Deer for a night to make you feel better about living in Edmonton. But now it's Monday, and jobhunting has never been more crucial (I think I'll go do my laundry first, I'm down to my Hello Kitty underwear again...) but what am I to do, throw away my past credentials and start fresh, whatever fresh is at 35? Or continue on down the path of insanity and start fighting for bottle collecting territory? What to do...
I'm going to do laundry, that's what I'm going to do. No more thinking. New resume, new direction tomorrow. I'm thinking Starbucks might not be such a bad job anymore.
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