Almost 2 months ago I applied for a job with the county as an 'information systems tech'. I interviewed for the job about three weeks ago and I have yet to hear back. According to Brevard County's employment website the position is still open so I'm basically just sitting here playing the game of 'wait and see'....and it just kills me, because part of me knows there's a snowball's chance in hell of being hired even if I am qualified.
I honestly just wish they'd send the email saying they hired someone else and be done with it. Even the school board wasn't this slow and their hiring policies are more or less identical: Transfers and veterans have priority. Everyone else? Especially disabled non-vets? Fuck 'em. Keep in mind I have nothing against vets. They served our country and many are in dire straits because of the shit wage economy forced on us by the billionaires, their idiot voters and their endless stream of propaganda.
The funny thing is, I expect this kind of policy from the private sector because these days most businesses place profits over everything else, including people. But given how Florida is privatizing everything that isn't nailed down with its public sector, they seem to be taking on the same behaviors. Perhaps it's just me, I don't know.
My little side business has yet to pick up steam because, put simply, there's no market for VHS conversion or photo archiving or restoration because most everything is digital now. I suppose I could have made money off of this a few years ago but the market isn't there anymore.
To those of you thinking of moving to Florida, especially Brevard County: Don't. Unless you're an old rich retiree or have rich parents, it's a god damned poverty trap. You can't get ahead unless you're well connected and for some even that isn't guaranteed because there's virtually no economy down here except for a hospital on virtually every block to accommodate all the elderly patients here. And they almost never hire for people with IT or database skills.
In any case, I'll keep humoring my employment specialist and filling out applications even though it gets me nowhere. Perhaps I could draw comics expressing my angst. Maybe that'll cheer me up. Or maybe pet my cats.
See you around,
Homer