"One of my favourite pastimes is to go for interviews"

Having been out of job for quite some time, I have been actively sending job applications to which I get about a 50% hit/miss rate - which is nothing too bad statistically considering my lacklustre grades at a second-rate degree mill.


And having been to countless interviews where I am told to "go home and wait for our call", I believe I am now thoroughly trained in all aspects of job-hunting and am knowledgeable enough to hold seminars on "how to get rejected for that interview".


I can recount the most memorable instances such as that of being told in my face that my in-experience and lack of qualifications are through faults none other than my own and that my unpleasant disposition just killed off any remote possibility of me being hired for this position (or any positions in the future). Despite it being hurting initially, i have learned to not let it affect me emotionally through my alter-ego fighting injustices and saving damsels in distress on the internet late at night.


My reconciliation efforts have gone well thus far and I do not get haunting nightmares that make me wet my bed in the wee hours often. Although sometimes I still get "deja-vu" spells such as when I step into a new office awaiting my next interview.


While looking awkwardly at other job applicants, I reassure myself that "everything is going to be fine" by looking at my watch, intently watching the seconds tick by and mumbling and smiling nervously to myself.


Sometimes I do get the feeling that the receptionist is looking at me suspiciously every 2 minutes or so but I would allay my anxiety by scribbling furiously on a little black notebook from the days of NS which I consider a must-have when taking lengthy bus journeys so I can jot down any inspirations for blogging along the way.


I now spend most of my freetime scouring streets and checking trash bins for soft-drink cans and scraping leftovers off plates at the nearby hawker centre for sustenance. On good days, I get to keep some for supper which i heat up at the nearest 7-11 store. Sometimes I make small talk with fellow and far more experienced colleagues to fish for information on the best spot to look for aluminum cans. I do not tell them what I do for a living because rivalry is rife in this trade.


Although I am currently gainfully self-employed, I resolve to look for a better career opportunities which is why I still send out job applications once about once a week looking for more rejections from prospective employers that I can proudly update in my résumé.