I love to write but I know I will never have the dream career or anything else. Life is hard and if you actually make it to 30 without killing yourself then you're already doing better than most.
My first painting.
Friday, April 1, 2011
I have Tattoos but I need a job. Damn it.
I live in the south and as if that wasn't punishment enough I must deal with the daily ridicule of having a few tattoos. It makes no sense to me, if an old Navy man has an anchor on his arm it's totally okay but just because I haven't fought a war I can't have a tattoo. Hmmm??? Contradictory much? I am a good person, I leave a penny instead of taking one, I always let people pull out in front of me while driving, I hold doors open for people at the grocery store, I take in stray animals and the occasional couch surfing friend. I am nice damn it. I have worked in the customer service industry since I was 16 years old and consider myself an asset to any job I have. Unfortunately a few tattoos have some employers concerned about my work capabilities. Did the ink soak in and make me dumb? It's not like it says fuck off on my forehead. I have a few tastefully placed tattoos but you would think that I murdered a family of four and ate their dog or something. I didn't, just for the record. My last job was in management at a busy restaurant and I loved it and I was good at it. Tattoos and all. It was even a "country" themed place with old people everywhere. They loved me and could care less if I had a tattoo or not. Well when the economy did it's back flip that fucked everyone, I lost my job. That was in 2009. I graciously accepted unemployment benefits while I looked for a new job. My benefits ran out yet I am not employed. I have looked and called and played on-line. I can't find anything. I even broke down and joined the evil world of telemarketing, Yeah, I was desperate. I worked there and it was pure hell. I can deal with a bunch of crap but the place I was working was pushing the line. I got hung up on, cussed at, whistles blown in my ear, you name it, it happened. They let me go after a month. I have never been happy to be fired but I was that day. I didn't even cry and I usually do when I get fired. I am still on the prowl for employment. Hopefully I will find something soon. I guess I just want people to not be so judgmental. It's not cool. Christians don't judge so stop. Give people a chance, they might surprise you.
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