Employment

So I want a job. Or should I say I want a career? Or maybe I should just be honest and say I want money. I don't want a job, I don't want a career. Hell the last thing I want to do is work. Well, that is any serious labor, anyways. I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. I bust my ass all day long at some bullshit 10 dollar an hour job where I risk life and limb on a day to day basis and come home with enough money at the end of the month to just squeak by. I mean if I am lucky I got to keep ice cream in the fridge and have few drinks on the weekend. Of course the drinks weren't had in public because it would have to be a real serious special occasion for something like that. So I went to college, I got good grades, I worked my way through school and come out making less money with a degree than I did going in without one. So now what? Do I go back to slinging pizzas and working the section, go back to school, or start a business? With over 18 rejection emails in the past two months from my resume's southwest Virginia tour, I feel whipped, tossed, and forgotten. I just want to have purpose. I would like that purpose to have more meaning than selling cellphones or working insane hours jut to maintain a nutritional diet. This day in age a man working one week a month at minimum wage, participating in government aid programs such as foodstamps, Wic, Medicaid and the sort has more expendable income than the man working for 60,000 dollars a year. Tell me that is not fucked. I have over 100 competitors in most job postings I apply to and all employers want to maintain a certain amount of distance between you and them just so as they don't have to commit. I feel as if the world of blind job postings and apply online only institutions only deter me from wanting to work for an organization on their lack of personability and professionalism. The lack of professionalism in this world these days wether it be of my would-be employers, colleagues, or friends is down right offensive. Most recently I was laid off from a job as a carpenter, but I wasn't laid-off per-say, as much as I was just ignored by my employer of the last year. No personal talk over performance or lack of work. No hey I'm sorry, No fuck you, your fired, nothing. I had actually asked less than a month prior to being let go if I needed to worry about such things and was told no. With todays ease of communication, smartphones, texting, social media and the like people forget what it is like to be human and feel that there is no condition of there own that someone else could possibly share. So don't worry I know you called, I got your voicemail. I will probably think about it while I cyber-stalk you on facebook.