The Sisyphean Job Hunt – Applying for jobs

In last week’s post, I joked that the job hunt was like a Sisyphean task in a Hieronymus Bosch world. I stand by that mix-matched metaphor. However, in that post I mostly gotten into the Bosch of it all – going into how vast and chaotic the space is. So here, let’s talk about the…

The Sisyphean job hunt – Job Websites.

Well, I am looking for a job again. I am still employed, but my job is pretty precarious and I could use a better one. Frankly, that describes my situations since about 2017, and I am starting to realize that I suck at this. But truth be told, I am not sure I want to…

S*lF-eMpLoYmEnT – The Bad

Inspiration for this blog comes from many places. Part of it is the pure catharsis of trying to recodify the events of my life in as comical a way as possible. Considering how awful life can be sometimes (all of it, not just my own), little actual work needs to be done. The initial inspiration…

Some kind of closure

I tried and failed a few times to write a comprehensive conclusion to the series of events that I labeled here with the tag ‘THE JOB THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED’. I never could manage to do it. I found a handful of metaphor that I though might help, but none of them felt right….

Joining the Brass Polishers Union of the RMS Titanic

Back in high school I took a bunch of drafting and technical design classes.  One day I came into the class and found along the back wall of the computer lab where the class was hosted was a vector design of the RMS Titanic. “Behold,” the teacher told us, “the symbol of this class!” It…

The coworker who brought her jeans to work – a conclusion (sort of, maybe not)

This is the conclusion to some previous blogposts, which can be found here and here. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ People think that hate is bad. They are not wrong, but I often find that one people talk about it they do so as if it is maximally bad, as if hate is the worse thing you can have…

The coworker who brought her jeans to work

I am reasonably sure that I have spoken about the one quote I live by from a favorite movie of mine. The movie, which I was turned on to by my mother, is a 2000’s Italian film called ‘La Lingua del Santo’. The quote? Let me translate loosely (and from memory): It was at that…

Some more thoughts on ESL

I’ve realized that I have not written about ESL in some time. Well, I should change that. For anyone who may need to get caught up, in October of 2017 I left the most lucrative job I ever had because I was frankly, sick of being an ESL teacher, and wanted to do something more…

A minefield of empty calories

The greatest thing living in the present has given me is a phone that stalks me. This was nothing that I had ever asked for or wanted, but I have it now and I am making the most of it. Specifically, my phone analyzes my search history and tries to guess what I would be…

Offending someone’s honor

The school I work at is a joke. And because everyone who works there knows it is a joke (particularly the administrators), the students are allowed to do whatever they want. Obviously this is to the annoyance of the teachers, who fruitlessly complain to the uncaring administrators. But to what extent the administrators let the…

Students – and shitty schools

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while you know what my opinion on the students I get. This didn’t really change when I moved back to the United States. Every good or stupid thing about students when I was in China is bad here as well. It’s a lot of different shades of…