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Unemployment & Taking Chances

Hello World Out There World!

Today I’m going to talk to you about something that I’ve spoken about before. As some of you know I recently moved from Northern Ontario to Southwestern Ontario. In this move I had to leave a job I enjoyed, friends I made, and family I loved. I do not regret the move. I love living in Southwestern Ontario. I love how friendly it is, how close I am to my father, and how warm it is.

What I don’t miss is this unemployment thing…

Being unemployed has been more stressful than being employed. Working for me helps preoccupy my time, helps me pay for things I wouldn’t be able to without a job, and helps me socialize. I have filled my time with volunteering for Pride, will be volunteering for the amazing ARTS Projects soon, and have been mentoring writers.

Volunteering is great. I love the social aspects and how it helps me get to know this new community I’ve grown to love over the last couple of months, but it doesn’t help with the fact money runs our world and sadly I can’t live off of air alone. The money isn’t even the biggest problem though.

Stress… unemployment stress is kicking my creative butt.

I want to be able to work and come home to write. That is how my writing works and I know some of you have noticed it. I have had the decrease in blog posts since being unemployed. I have had a decrease in working on my book series since being unemployed. All that has consumed my thoughts aren’t creative ideas but the need to work.

Since moving to my new city I have applied to over 300 jobs. Last month alone I applied for 68. I have had helped from my employment counselor who still doesn’t understand why I haven’t gotten a job yet. She’s helped by contacting employers with my resume. I’ve gotten one or two interviews but no follow ups… and when I contact them they all give me the same reply, “You are over qualified for this position” or “You are under qualified for this position”.

There is no winning… they won’t hire me because they think because I’m over qualified I will grow tired of the job. They won’t hire me because they think I will get too overwhelmed by the position and aren’t willing to train. Employers aren’t willing to take chances anymore. They want people that fit perfectly… which eventually may happen but when a job is reposted four times where I applied to them four time and have gotten an interview, but “I’m too qualified”, maybe – just maybe – my reapplying those four times for that position shows that I am interested in the job. That maybe the fact I’ve reapplied means I want to work for that company, that I’m driven, that I don’t get discouraged easily, and that I’m wanting to be part of that team.

The other excuse I hear from employers is my skill base is all over the place.

Don’t you want a diverse employee? Don’t you want someone that can contribute a variety of knowledge/ experience to your team?

Yes, I have computer skills. Yes, I have digital editing experience. Yes, I have food industry experience. Yes, I have educational (teaching, tutoring) experience. Yes, I have a willingness to learn and better myself in a variety of backgrounds that interest me and in turn benefit any company willing to take a chance on me.

You want someone with medical knowledge? I have my medical terminology.

You need a people person, who is patient and respectful under stress? I was Dean Listed for my BEd and got over 90% on both placements. I also ran a tutoring company for a short time and volunteer my time to help people discover the love of art. I also have volunteered with children programs since being 11 years old and have empathy.

You want someone with friendly and professional customer service? I worked as a sales intern that covered reception for a shipping corporation for a summer. Or, maybe you want more phone experience. Does a call center count? ‘Cause I have that experience also.

Do you need someone creative, that knows social media, that loves talking with people and teaching people what she knows? I’m your girl. Hello! I wrote, published, marketed, and maintain the social accounts for my book series. All self-taught might I add.

The over 1000 jobs I’ve applied for since graduation are just for laughs. I applied to those jobs because I knew I could contribute and knew I would find some aspect I’d enjoy. You won’t find someone more willing to take a chance to work for any employer and you won’t find someone more willing to become educated in what that employer needs than me. I love to learn. I love to work. I just wish someone would give me the bloody chance to prove it to them.

Today Marks My 700th Resume

To all of you who have been following me since the beginning you know I’ve been struggling to find work. This is one reason I haven’t been able to work on the blog or even my book writing at the moment. You know for me stress = lack of writing mood for me.

I know I’m lucky, blessed, whatever for the situation I’m living in right now. I’m in a good position with a partner who supports us and works hard doing so. I’m thankful that it is so easy for him to find work being in the tech field.

Still that doesn’t change the fact that I am not so lucky with employment. I’ve struggled finding work all my life and why would it change now. The point I’m trying to make is I do not have to work but I want/ love working.

I love the social aspect working gives me. I love the challenges work forces me to face and most of all I like the money I get. I’m sure I’m not alone on the last one.

This is why I’m so fracking frustrated with how messed up the world is right now. It isn’t that my generation isn’t wanting to work… it is the fact that we can’t find work. Or, at least are having a terribly frustrating time trying to find work…

Many of my friends and myself are educated. We are more educated than the generation before us, with more debt, and no opportunity. We were told to go to school, get a degree, and get a job. Most of us followed those instructions, racked up debt we will never be able to pay back, only to be told that we expect too much and we should be thankful our parents are willing to put up with us living in their house. I know I’m lucky… I’m one of few that aren’t sleeping on my father’s couch… but can we please admit there is a youth employment issue in this country – nah – this world?

If you don’t believe that then here’s my graduate unemployment adventure:

January 2015 I posted on my cooking blog (COOKING CANADA) that I had reached 400 resumes.

I had graduated university with a BA (English) and BEd, was on the Dean’s List, took a Medical Terminology course, was trained in Mental Health First Aid, safeTalk, and IPad/Apple products in a teaching setting, along with a crop load of other things at the ready to break into the working world. I had working experience with being a Digital Photo Lab Technician, Sales Intern, and Tutor (paid and volunteer). I had my years of volunteering with youth clubs, the Student Ambassadors (a university based group), and volunteering with camps in my home town. I even mentioned my volunteer service reward for getting over 500 hours of community service and volunteering with the town since the age of 11. My resume was checked by professionals, double-checked by hr experts, and triple-checked by working professionals that hired people for a living. My resume was changed, shaped, and polished for each job I applied for. I was bright eyed and bushy tailed. I was excited to be free of the education institution and thrilled to be becoming an official working member of adulthood.

Yet, I got nothing.

Nothing from the school boards (public, catholic, and private) I applied to. Nothing from the organizations I applied to and the tutoring organizations either. Nothing. Notta. Zilch.

It was when I applied for my 200th job application that I decided to try my own thing.

I started a tutoring business that didn’t go anywhere. I had one student who’s grade point average went from a D to B+… but that was it. I knew at that point I needed something… anything.

I applied for a position with a call centre… not my first call centre I applied to… and to my surprise they called me for an interview. I started working for them after impressing them in the interview. Went through training and made some good friends but none of it prepared me for the phones.

Lack of experience, lack of support, and the ‘interesting’ customers I had on the phones drove me to panic attacks and becoming physically sick during my shifts. When everyone else was getting old ladies I was getting the angry person blaming me for the service they forgot to pay for. People at the centre knew I had a bad customer by the sound of my ‘teaching voice’, where I apparently became zen and used my hands a lot. I even surprised my team lead when he hooked up to my phone during one of my calls. He complimented me on my professionalism after the call and told me he would have lost it if he was the one answering.

Unfortunately I take my work personally and my health took the hit so I had to go. Even if that meant I wouldn’t have a job in the end and I had to deal with the stress of resume making again.

Yes, I said stress because there is.

If you write resumes every day as unique as the jobs you’re applying to and no one calls you back it’s stressful. You start hearing that voice in your head saying that ‘you aren’t worth the time’, ‘you’re a failure’, ‘you aren’t good enough’, ‘what’s the point of applying, they aren’t going to hire you’. Those thoughts make it hard to keep motivated. They wear you down and when you write about 199 resumes only to get no reply even with the call centre experience on that page showing you’ve got something after school… you begin to believe those voices.

It was at this point I went to an employment councillor who helped confirm it wasn’t me. She felt terrible that she couldn’t find me work. Every week we would sit in her office and fire off resumes/ cover letters to job posts. Every week I could see her getting disheartened that no one was giving me a chance. Her answer was: I was over qualified and too accomplished for my age. She also believed I came across as intimidating in job interviews because I hold myself in a more mature manner than others my age, which surprises people.

I never thought any of those were a bad things. My parents pushed me to strive in my schooling, get involved in my community, and be dedicated to my work. They taught me manners and to respect others. When the heck did those values become a bad thing?

Any ways, after a while she and I decided that a placement was the way to go. That’s how I ended up with my last job. I liked the office work and the people. I loved the small family business feel and how close it was to where I lived. Eating lunch on the steps and looking out at the highway was the highlight of my day. I even spent my lunches working on my first book on the picnic table in the hot summer sun or sitting in my car watching the planes take off from the airport.

The work was repetitive and it took time to learn the processes but I felt appreciated there. I worked there for eight months before we had to relocate to London for Mr. Canuck’s work. I was happy to be moving closer to my father but at the same time I wasn’t looking forward to trying to find work again. I had finally found my place of work that checked so many boxes but I was forced to leave it.

Now, here I am… three months living in London, Ontario with one job interview that led nowhere and zero prospects. I’ve reached 700 resumes as of today and will probably write 700 more before hearing from someone. In the mean time I will have to try and force myself to write… force myself not to feel guilty for taking a break from job hunting to try and enjoy life. I love southern Ontario. I love living closer to family. I just hate having to be back looking for work… again.

I just have to ‘keep trucking’ as my father would say and hope that someone is willing to give me a chance.

Suffering From Millennial Mouth


When it comes to writing something out I come across as being much older than I actually am. I take my time to think of what I’m going to write and how I want people to portray what I’m going to say. My style, my voice in writing in very different from the actual words that come out of my mouth.

When I type out a story or a blog post my brain forces the words I’m typing through a filter, allowing time to pass between what I’m thinking and what is typed at a fair pace that allows for a smooth transition of fingers to words to happen. I work hard to get what I want to say across to my readers and I absolutely love conversing with a variety of people I would have never met otherwise.

Now, as much as I sound well educated on my blog and present myself in a mature manner through my various social media accounts – in person I sound nothing like how I type.

I like to call this part of me the ‘Millennial Mouth’. When I write in proper sentences on here, using proper words, and most times proper grammar – I speak like I have never heard words before.

When I’m with an older crowd of people my brain forces the filter in front of my mouth and I can communicate properly. That’s the same with work… I’m a great communicator when it is needed of me.

tumblr_inline_nliyk9icz61qjcstiBut if I’m standing at a bus stop or hanging out with my friends at the mall, my words become atrocious. I sound like Google translate gone wrong, yet it amazes me when those of my age group understand me. I can cut out words from a sentence, or create compound words that aren’t really compound words and those around me understand. I can speak in sounds and use like a lot, which in turn has those I’m with communicate the same way and I understand them.

We are modern-day Neanderthals with cellphones, speaking a language that would make those older cringe… but somehow I am still understood.

It baffles me sometimes but at the same time I understand how it happens. Language is an ever changing fluid thing. New words are added to the dictionary every year. When I was a kid saying ‘cool beans’ was the thing and now its ‘on fleek’. When my grandparents were my age their words were ‘bee’s knees’ and ‘cat’s meow’. Every generation adds to our language… and as much as I feel that what I’m speaking is butchering the English language it is actually moulding it for the times.

We don’t speak or write the same way as Shakespeare. Actually, Shakespeare was a creator of many of the words were still use today. Not many of that time actually spoke the way Shakespeare wrote and with the language growing if was language innovators like Shakespeare that gave us the platform to build from today. jhw8hgc

So, yes, I speak terribly most of the time but the words I speak reflect the generation I’m part of. I don’t mind that, since one day the words I’m speaking with be replaced by so many other words. My language will be outdated and I’m fine with that. At least the language I’m typing is more of the mature universal tone that will live throughout the ages. 🙂

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