Most of you know I’m on the job hunt. And if you didn’t, you do now. This whole ‘job search’ thing has been an exercise in extremes for yours truly. I’ve affectionally taken to calling it “My Bipolar Life”. The peaks. Oh, the peaks are glorious. Sunshine, triple rainbows, unicorns and gumdrops. But the valleys? The valleys have sent me into the deepest despair. My drama queen tendencies and insecurity issues were learned at the knee of the best. No really. You should meet my mom. Let’s just say the knock-backs have the feel of a Louisville Slugger square to the temple.
But, I’m a fighter. You can read about that – and other bits of who I really am – here. So I get up, dust off, give my head a shake, and dive back in. Anyone else who’s on this same search knows the routine intimately. Write cover letters and send resumes into the ether, slap the smile back on, and network, network, network. Meet new people. Call in favours. Ask people for referrals. Try and reduce your stress levels by eating right and exercising. All the things the job hunt pros tell you to do.
But I’m a job hunt pro myself now, and sometimes, you just need to drink. By drinking I mean get out of the house and shake off the stress. Go to your local – even better if it’s a bit of a dive bar (Note: if you live in a hoity-toity section of town don’t leave the house). This serves two purposes: you can hang out with people that A) are worse off than you are, which – if you’re honest – makes you feel better about yourself unless you’re Mother Teresa (which I most definitely am not!) or B) are your fabulous friends who know you inside and out and can make you laugh until your gut is splitting.
They say that laughter is the best medicine. Laughter and vodka. Actually, throw a great job into that shaker and it would be the perfect cocktail! But take some advice from a pro: don’t overdo it. And there are a number of reasons for this:
- You’re unemployed. And chances are you’re also kinda broke. Learn to pace yourself to get the best out of the evening. And to avoid the humiliation of asking your 12 year old if you can borrow 20 bucks.
- You’ll wake up the next morning with a hangover. And chances are you’ll be even more depressed than you were the day before. And end up at the bar again. It’s a vicious circle. Or so they *koff* tell me.
- You might post something like this: ***“OMG it’s only 6:43 pm and I’m already SMASHED!! Wheeeee!! LMAOF!” And chances are that high level executive you’ve been job-courting is online at that very moment. And hits retweet.
Ok, all kidding aside, drinking won’t actually help you get a job. But it might just help you shake off the blues, surround yourself with people who will say nice things about you (KEY), and allow you a couple of hours where you aren’t wound up tighter than a top with fear, self doubt and worry. Give yourself a gift and take a break. Oh, and take three Tylenol with a large glass of water before you go to bed.
***NOTE: This is a purely fictional tweet. At least in my case.