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Cuando estás sobrecualificado para el trabajo:
#video#sfw#band#grupo#banda#drummer#bateria#drums#lol#xd#humor#fail#attitude#overqualified#sobrecualificado
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oh Sam, do you really want to know more?
#curiosity will be his downfall I just know it#overqualified#sam khalid#samama khalid#tmagp#the magnus protocol#tmagp fanart#my art#not exactly spoilers but#tmagp spoilers#sharks art
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#spilled ink#you are enough#overqualified#humble#quotes#life#love#care#peace#positivity#good vibes#good vibe tribe#goodvibesatpeace
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💪🏻 💪🏻 💪🏻 You can do it! Humbly. . . . #handlettering #lettering #typebyhand #goodtype #typegang #lettercise #humble #youregoodenough #sidehustle #overqualified #instagood #instaworthy #picoftheday (at Newton, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpdP_vSreql/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#handlettering#lettering#typebyhand#goodtype#typegang#lettercise#humble#youregoodenough#sidehustle#overqualified#instagood#instaworthy#picoftheday
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i had a job interview this morning and the woman basically said 'we're looking for someone w/ more of X experience so that's a concern" & i appreciate that she was honest and took the time to interview me but like...if I'm unlikely to get the position given my qualifications, why are we wasting time?
i'm tired and grumpy and i want a full time job with benefits, preferably that doesn't involve standing all day because my body hurts
#personal#job#job application#job interview#work#part time job#full time job#job seeker#overqualified#capitalism problems
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#realtalkkim#the whole time#good enough#overqualified#motivation#reality#more than enough#empowered#see#LHA#move mountains#1introvertedsage
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"Being overqualified" can at times be the cause of a CV rejection! Alright! The majority of job descriptions have an upper age or experience limit. These cut-off points are typically encountered in entry-level positions. Managers may pass over overqualified candidates in favour of someone with less experience if they believe the candidate lacks commitment to the position and the company as a whole, according to Capability and Inferences about Commitment in Labour Markets. However, if the candidate is a woman, in which case being overqualified may be advantageous.
Source: HR Economics times
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where's the job application for Sacrifical Virgin
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Can people really go through life and jobs without a master's degree...
The reason I couldn't do one til the end is due to being diagnosed with a brain tumor at just 23, shortly after graduating my bachelor's and because I don't really have the money for it... also because I'm tired and don't really enjoy school as much, I didn't enjoy living poorly as a student, working part time while studying full time. I do wish I had more degrees at times but what use is there to having so many degrees... I get office and marketing jobs with my BA anyway... idk.
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dae have 17 current versions of their resume, all tailored to different job fields and roles? 🤡
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It's ah... it's a start
Something I’ve been struggling with lately is the fact that I’ve freelanced for over ten years, but due to the projects (sometimes pieces I feel I could write even if my brain were fully shut off, sometimes so personalized to the client that I’m not sure it’s worth the time to edit them into something more general, sometimes because of NDAs), I don’t feel as though I have clips to show when I’m applying to jobs.
Real talk, I’ve also been struggling with applying to jobs.
This isn’t one of those situations where I’ve applied to hundreds, but I’ve thoughtfully (tailoring my resume, heavily editing an existing or generating an entirely new cover letter, etc.) applied to quite a few, and less thoughtfully applied to a handful more, and… nothing. Some “we received your application” emails but nothing beyond that, and I’m well past being discouraged. To pour my energy and hopes into application after application — sometimes for jobs that, based on the description, I’m fairly sure I could do in my sleep — and not get any interviews makes continuing to try feel insurmountably difficult. It’s as though I’m running a race mostly submerged in water; if I stop I’ll probably drown, but as it stands I’m getting nowhere and depleting what little energy I do have.
Anyway, that’s not a problem that’s going to get solved here, or now.
In terms of having clips to show, a friend told me to start this Tumblr like, six weeks ago. And I didn’t. Because… I was scared? Because… I’m exhausted? Because… I spent so many years hustling so aggressively that I think my body and brain have asserted their right to CANNOT by making it feel like I’m wading through molasses on some spiritual level and doing just about anything lately just feels so unbelievably hard?
Seriously, answering texts is an act of will akin to a weekend Costco trip (in Brooklyn) (when you don’t have a car) these days. High key struggle bus; I simply cannot.
So… Starting a blog? In 2023? When I’ve been unemployed for nearly four months, drained what little financial cushion I had, and am spending a month with my parents in California for several reasons, prominent among them being that I simply can’t afford to exist?
I apologize deeply for all the rhetorical questions, it’s just. Everything is a lot these days, and I feel like I can’t keep running that marathon: my muscles are seizing, and I’m starting to drown. (Maybe I’m well past “starting.”)
But, being unemployed might be the happiest I’ve been in my entire adult life.
It’s not that I’m averse to work; I’m an extremely hard worker — despite knowing that I’ve been working jobs for companies that do not care about me, and being well aware that my labor enriches them while they pay me barely enough to survive. I am a hard enough worker that even knowing that, I can run myself into the ground without thinking about it; working that hard is second nature to me. But… I don’t want to do that any more. It’s a scam. There is so much more I want from my life than a career; it seems like such a silly way to define myself when I only do it because I need to be able to afford to exist. (Which, real talk, also feels extremely silly.)
If I do have to do all that, I would like it to mean something. I’d like to have a job that’s useful in a field that matters; but honestly apart from having a modicum of financial comfort I don’t care. I’m an extremely driven and ambitious person, but chasing promotions and pouring my spirit into something I only do because I must do it to survive isn’t how I want to live. I’d rather save more of myself to pursue writing and performing — things that actually fulfill me. Because even if I have a job that I feel matters, which I hope to one day have, it’s still just a job. And a life is (or at least, should be) so, so much more than that.
Being unemployed has been a true joy. It’s the most I’ve felt fulfilled, the most I’ve felt ease (probably because I’m heavily compartmentalizing). And honestly I fucking love it. I love being able to cook for myself, tackle projects I’ve put off for years; I love going to the gym at a random time, and investing time in learning and growing; I love reading and writing and going to Pilates three times a week and spending lots of time by myself and seeing movies and just existing.
But it’s not sustainable!
So I have to come back to ‘real life,’ and take a job that vastly under pays, period — not to mention for my skills, experience, and capabilities — and pretend I’m excited to make barely 40k (before taxes) a year to answer people’s calls and emails like it’s not going to slowly crush my soul and not even allow me enough of a financial cushion to adequately fund my coping mechanisms much less rebuild my savings and do the things I should be doing. (Hello, therapy; we’ll actually meet one day, I promise).
I do not want to take this job. With everything in me, I do not want to.
But I am nothing if not a scrappy motherfucker who knows how and when to make moves for survival. And this is a move I have to make, even if it’s several steps down and vastly far away from where I want to be.
So yeah. It took a long time to make this. And it was really hard, despite my friend doing the lord’s work in regard to trying to make it as easy/ lowkey/ undaunting as possible. (I am both over everything, and easily daunted these days. Or I’ve used up all my undaunted not letting some crappy jobs and crappy people mistreat me, and I need some time to refill my dauntless juice.)
But it’s here, now. And it’s a start.
(I’m going to try not to dwell on how this reminds me of the “starting now” moments in Barry and how ominous it might be that that is the connection I’m making.)
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It's ah... it's a start.
Something I’ve been struggling with lately is the fact that I’ve freelanced for over ten years, but due to the projects (sometimes pieces I feel I could write even if my brain were fully shut off, sometimes so personalized to the client that I’m not sure it’s worth the time to edit them into something more general, sometimes because of NDAs), I don’t feel as though I have clips to show when I’m applying to jobs.
Real talk, I’ve also been struggling with applying to jobs.
This isn’t one of those situations where I’ve applied to hundreds, but I’ve thoughtfully (tailoring my resume, heavily editing an existing or generating an entirely new cover letter, etc.) applied to quite a few, and less thoughtfully applied to a handful more, and… nothing. Some “we received your application” emails but nothing beyond that, and I’m well past being discouraged. To pour my energy and hopes into application after application — sometimes for jobs that, based on the description, I’m fairly sure I could do in my sleep — and not get any interviews makes continuing to try feel insurmountably difficult. It’s as though I’m running a race mostly submerged in water; if I stop I’ll probably drown, but as it stands I’m getting nowhere and depleting what little energy I do have.
Anyway, that’s not a problem that’s going to get solved here, or now.
In terms of having clips to show, a friend told me to start this Tumblr like, six weeks ago. And I didn’t. Because… I was scared? Because… I’m exhausted? Because… I spent so many years hustling so aggressively that I think my body and brain have asserted their right to CANNOT by making it feel like I’m wading through molasses on some spiritual level and doing just about anything lately just feels so unbelievably hard?
Seriously, answering texts is an act of will akin to a weekend Costco trip (in Brooklyn) (when you don’t have a car) these days. High key struggle bus; I simply cannot.
So… Starting a blog? In 2023? When I’ve been unemployed for nearly four months, drained what little financial cushion I had, and am spending a month with my parents in California for several reasons, prominent among them being that I simply can’t afford to exist?
I apologize deeply for all the rhetorical questions, it’s just. Everything is a lot these days, and I feel like I can’t keep running that marathon: my muscles are seizing, and I’m starting to drown. (Maybe I’m well past “starting.”)
But, being unemployed might be the happiest I’ve been in my entire adult life.
It’s not that I’m averse to work; I’m an extremely hard worker — despite knowing that I’ve been working jobs for companies that do not care about me, and being well aware that my labor enriches them while they pay me barely enough to survive. I am a hard enough worker that even knowing that, I can run myself into the ground without thinking about it; working that hard is second nature to me. But… I don’t want to do that any more. It’s a scam. There is so much more I want from my life than a career; it seems like such a silly way to define myself when I only do it because I need to be able to afford to exist. (Which, real talk, also feels extremely silly.)
If I do have to do all that, I would like it to mean something. I’d like to have a job that’s useful in a field that matters; but honestly apart from having a modicum of financial comfort I don’t care. I’m an extremely driven and ambitious person, but chasing promotions and pouring my spirit into something I only do because I must do it to survive isn’t how I want to live. I’d rather save more of myself to pursue writing and performing — things that actually fulfill me. Because even if I have a job that I feel matters, which I hope to one day have, it’s still just a job. And a life is (or at least, should be) so, so much more than that.
Being unemployed has been a true joy. It’s the most I’ve felt fulfilled, the most I’ve felt ease (probably because I’m heavily compartmentalizing). And honestly I fucking love it. I love being able to cook for myself, tackle projects I’ve put off for years; I love going to the gym at a random time, and investing time in learning and growing; I love reading and writing and going to Pilates three times a week and spending lots of time by myself and seeing movies and just existing.
But it’s not sustainable!
So I have to come back to ‘real life,’ and take a job that vastly under pays, period — not to mention for my skills, experience, and capabilities — and pretend I’m excited to make barely 40k (before taxes) a year to answer people’s calls and emails like it’s not going to slowly crush my soul and not even allow me enough of a financial cushion to adequately fund my coping mechanisms much less rebuild my savings and do the things I should be doing. (Hello, therapy; we’ll actually meet one day, I promise).
I do not want to take this job. With everything in me, I do not want to.
But I am nothing if not a scrappy motherfucker who knows how and when to make moves for survival. And this is a move I have to make, even if it’s several steps down and vastly far away from where I want to be.
So yeah. It took a long time to make this. And it was really hard, despite my friend doing the lord’s work in regard to trying to make it as easy/ lowkey/ undaunting as possible. (I am both over everything, and easily daunted these days. Or I’ve used up all my undaunted not letting some crappy jobs and crappy people mistreat me, and I need some time to refill my dauntless juice.)
But it’s here, now. And it’s a start.
(I’m going to try not to dwell on how this reminds me of the “starting now” moments in Barry and how ominous it might be that that is the connection I’m making.)
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" no one will know ~~ ♥♥♥ "
- more like me thinking of Trey going ham if Jade is in a pinch
#treyjade#trey clover#jade leech#twst#twisted wonderland#fanart#but yeah trey probably does it in a lowkey way#so no one even realize their base is infiltrated#and once he released jade and told him let's go#jade be like wait let me finish this#and jade went back for a bit to finish everyone#like once i even imagine leech papa scanned trey when jade introduced him to his family#and be like are u gonna protect my son when he is in danger oh u definitely will i entrust my son in ur hands#like trey actually overqualified despite acting so normal ?? hell yeahh great troope 👍👍👍#love him hiding his quality#i still have my homework#getting back on it#please take my pen#jade knowing which dangerous man's hand he should take#ohh yeaaahh
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