A little over six weeks ago, I happened across a job posting that caught my eye. Why did it catch my eye? Because it was a job that I held from 2006-2007, right up until the company shut down all production here and laid off about ninety percent of the workforce. At the time, they said that they planned to keep the site operational as a research and development facility, but I heard that they later shut the whole place down.
I’d pretty much given up on ever getting another technical job. The house is paid for, so I don’t plan to move. Everybody I applied with for the two years following my latest job loss wanted specific experience that I do not have, even though my experience is on more complex and complicated equipment. I can pay my bills on my BigBoxRetailer wages, and the physical nature of my job has moved me from “morbidly obese” (BMI of ~41) to the lower end of the standard “obese” category (BMI ~32), with no change in eating habits. Plus, the job is so simple that I could do it drunk and asleep.
However, when I saw the posting, I was obliged to send out a resume. My last review was very good, and since I’d actually, successfully done the job before, I figured I’d have a pretty good shot at getting the job.
WRONG! The mutherfuckers never even called.