Job Hunting Part Three

Dear Readers,

I had an interview the other day with Home Depot. It was for a "freight team" position. The position involved moving merchandise around using handtrucks, pallet jacks, and forklifts and putting stuff on the shelves where they go, you know, and the hours would have been great. My wife and I wouldn't have needed to get a babysitter.

But they didn't hire me. Maybe it's because I'm overqualified.

Ha ha ha. Overqualified.

I like thinking that's the reason they didn't hire me because it sort of helps my self-esteem. It's like when I was in school and I could'nt understand an assigment, I would just say to myself, "I'm too smart for this assignment! I'm like a genius who doesn't fit into the system."

Overqualified...

What does that mean anyway?

There should be no such thing as an overqualified applicant. I think really smart and skilled and experienced should be the first to get the job. Even if Barack Obama applied to work at Subway, I think Subway should hire him because Obama is so smart and... (oh, wait that example doesn't work.) But you know what I mean.

Seriously folks! If you were the hiring person, wouldn't you hire the people who dress really nice and act polite and have spent a whole lot of time in college? But maybe jobs like working on the freight team go to big hulking guys who got kicked off their high school football team for doing drugs in the boy's room.

Or maybe there were more qualified applicants.

But wait! Sometimes teaching is bearable... and sometimes it's more than bearable... sometimes it's enjoyable, a little bit... and sometimes I think that maybe I could be a teacher for a longer time... and I think maybe they'll hire me back next year full time.

But if they don't hire me back, then I think I might go to truck driving school in the summer and then drive a big old honker all over this country, man, and stop at the truck stops and go honk honk honk and drink caffinated beverages all the time and listen to rock and roll on the radio, and get very very unhygenic. I might get lonely, but at least with the radio I'll have a disembodied voice to keep me company, and I'll start howling at the moon.

Sincerely,
Telemoonfa