The life of an unemployed

To Whom It May Concern:
My name is Christie Anthony and I am very excited about the opportunity to work for your company. I am recently unemployed (well if you can still call 3 months recent, to me it seems like it has been a lifetime) but I assure you I have a great work ethic and a strong determination to learn. I suppose if I had such a strong determination I would have found myself a job by now, but please don’t hold that against me. I get along well with people but am fully capable of being in a store by myself, I have practise, considering that since I lost my last job I haven’t had much enthusiasm for being social with the people I used to call my friends. I am available to start early or work late, as long as it’s not before midday because I don’t really wake up in the mornings anymore. I’m great with late nights though; I don’t usually sleep anytime before 2am anyway. I’m looking for work in a position that hopefully doesn’t require much effort, another thing I’ve gotten really good at is procrastination and putting things off, because frankly I’m now just too lazy.
I think the above points should prove to you that I would be perfect for this position and I look forward to your response.

This is the calling card of the unemployed. Cover letters, resumes, online applications, they’re all just as equally depressing; they all get you nowhere. However this story is not meant to be depressing, I don’t want to make my readers feel depressed or make them read a story that may or may not put them to sleep. So believe me, it does get better. I say this on the basis that every story has to have a beginning. Without a start somewhere there would be no story to follow it. Well my story starts on the day I quit my job. I was sick of all the harassment and bullying and negativity, however ask my previous employers what happened and I’m sure they’d have something completely different to say on the subject. I had a plan. So things weren’t working out where I was. Just because it was good money and good hours and generally speaking I liked the people I was working with. So what. Right? The plan was this. I’d had enough. I’d secured a casual job that would tide me over until I found something more permanent. I was going to quit and it wouldn’t even effect me because I’d be moving onto other things. So I quit. It was terrible and hard and I almost wished they had fired me instead. But I did it. The next day, I heard that the guy who was going to hire me had been retrenched. His successor decided that there was no chance he’d give me a job. This is when things started to go bad. I knew what would happen when I started filling out job applications. I would sit for hours finding open positions, tweaking my resume and cover letter, thinking of clever things to say on the application forms, and then I’d send it away into cyberspace where I couldn’t get it back, and I’d wait. And nothing would happen. A very negative view on things, but sadly, the truth. So this is what happened. And I started to drown. I was drowning in my own misery, my own self-pity and worst of all my own laziness. It got to the point that I just wouldn’t try anymore. What was the point? But this wasn’t even the worst of it. It was my own head that became my worst enemy. I wanted to talk to someone I wanted someone to listen how I felt and give me advice, at the very least tell me that it would be ok. But no one did. Who wants to listen to the sob story of a girl without a job? So, the more no one listened, the more I wanted to talk. I started staying up later and sleeping in longer. I couldn’t stand to go to bed at night and be left alone with my thoughts, almost as much as I didn’t want to get up in the morning and face another day of nothing. I procrastinated all my homework, all my chores and even put off going out with my friends. All in all, I was a completely worthless (in my own mind anyway).
I did promise that this was all going to get better though, so if you’re still reading this, keep reading because here it comes.
So here I am. No job, practically no friends, and no motivation whatsoever. Now what? What does someone do when they feel like they’ve hot rock bottom? What is the appropriate period for feeling sorry for yourself? These are the questions I started asking myself, and this is the answer I gave myself:

I came up empty.

I’m still not over the feeling of worthlessness, that no one wants me and that I’ll never be good at anything, but I’m not obsessed anymore. That’s a positive step right? I’ve started putting it behind me and moving on. What is the point of moping and self-pity? What does it get you? This is my happy ending. I wish I could say that everything has worked out fine, that I have a bigger and better job, that I’m making loads of money and can’t even remember what it felt like to be at the bottom. I wish that I could say that all of my dreams have come true, as corny as that may sound, and that the person I imagined myself to be at age 20 was slowly manifesting. That’s not happening. Yet. I am moving on and I do have dreams for the future. I think that’s the main point of this story. Things in life are going to go bad sometimes, but surely there will be a silver lining. So if you’ve made it this far, first of all congratulations. And secondly, keep reading. One day you will be reading the success story of an unemployed.