Job Fairs Suck

I kept an open mind, put on a nice outfit, actually wore underwear ... and gee, wouldn't you know it: the job fair at the Grand Sierra was a total and utter WASTE OF TIME. I'm a self-proclaimed expert at job hunting. I've had 16 jobs in 10 years. True story. So, I would normally never subject myself to a job fair at a casino in the state with the highest unemployment rate ... I know better. But, annoying people in my life (love ya!) kept telling me about this one because the goddamn news channels kept doing stories on it. The story went something like this: One-thousand jobs will be "up for grabs" at the Silver--Stud-Whatever Ballroom at the Grand Sierra today from 11am until 3pm. The event was put on by a credit union (?) that specializes in banking for gaming employees. I still can't figure that one out. But the news anchors would blab on about how 20 (OMG!) employers would be waiting for us with baited breath and I-9s to fill out. And who were the exclusive employers we lowly, desperate job seekers would have the pleasure of interviewing with? Get this: The fucking Army, and Navy, every crap-can employment/temp agency in the area (Apple One, Hire Dynamics, and Kelly Services) ... oh, and ... casinos!!!!!!!!!!!! Who, just tell you to go on their website and apply online anyway. But my favorite employer of all was the State of Nevada ... whose website states the following: The State has instituted a freeze on hiring along with an approval process to allow for filling positions that have been identified as critical for maintaining State of Nevada government operations. Therefore, only recruitments for positions that have passed the approval process will be posted on this site. I love you, Reno, but you're killing me! And I don't feel sorry for me. I feel for the hundreds of locals who busted their asses to get resumes typed up and printed on a computer at the unemployment office, borrowed a friend's tie or spanx, got someone to watch their kids, rode two busses, and wasted perfectly good Dollar Tree lip gloss on a bunch of bullshit! But who cares if our time is wasted ... we're unemployed. And at this stage in my life, I have more on the job experience than the ass-clown HR clerks sitting behind the bright blue polyester table cloths in their Burlington Coat Factory business casual. I am so bitterella I can't stand it. They're just JOBS. Everyone hates theirs, no one wants to be there, no one is appreciated and we're all underpaid. It's a joke. I interviewed once for a minimum wage, seasonal cashier position a few years ago and the douche Manager actually asked me where I saw myself in 5 years. "Sir," I thought, "the question isn't where do I see myself in 5 years, it's where did I see myself 5 years AGO? And trust me, it wasn't ringing up chap stick ... for you!"