Asshats 'R Us

I would do a week in review, but that is kind of pointless.  It wasn't a good week, I know I applied for at least 3 jobs, but didn't jot them down.  I'm starting to think keeping track is a wasted effort and only serves as a reminder that no one wants to acknowledge me, let alone hire me.  Since the DOL requires (and rightfully so) that I keep track of my wasted efforts, I'll have to scrub my email and document them in my spreadsheet.  Eventually.  Maybe next week.  Maybe.

I may not have had any calls this week about any of the jobs I have applied for thus far, but this week was a huge learning experience for me.  I learned a bit more about people in general, and that horrible people just don't show up in news stories at 6:00.  I learned first hand just how cruel and ignorant people can be, but I also learned how much I truly appreciate the people in my life that genuinely care about me.

See, the D.I.N.K, who will now be Douchey McDouchebag, or D. McD because I'm too lazy to type that out every time, lived up to both monikers.  And will never make another appearance in this blog again.  Ever.  The things he said to me over the weekend are inexcusable.  His wife, Annette, will also be making her final curtain call here, for allowing her husband to speak to a "friend" the way that he did.  Both are no longer a part of my life, for the simple reason that I have enough issues to deal with than to allow people like them to add to the list.

It started a week ago, when I received a text message from Annette, stating that where (which remains a mystery) D. McD. was hired two weeks prior is looking to hire more people.  I didn't have much information regarding the job, let alone where it was.  I received her text an hour and a half after she sent it, because my phone is a total piece of $#!+...I'm forever missing calls and texts.  Extremely frustrating to say the least, and makes me wonder how many prospective employers have called me.  Wishful thinking?  Anyway, her text instructed me to call D. McD., because he allegedly called me and I hung up on him.  For the record, I received no call whatsoever,  confirmed by my cell bill.  Just so happens that I am still fighting this spring cold, and the day of the alleged hang up I had no voice.  Zero.  The best I could muster all day was a few squeaks.  So, I sent him a message, told him my condition and would appreciate it if he could send the information to me so I could get the ball rolling.  I got a reply, sort of... "phone job.  $9-$16 per hour.  Call when you're feeling better.  Can't work that way anyway".  I still had no idea where this job was.  I would ask more questions (benefits??  Salary range is based on what??), and get basic replies, but not much more than that.  Then, nothing....

Crickets.

So, I put another message out there:  who should I contact?  Where do I send my resume?

Crickets.

And, yet another message...Let me know when the best time to talk for you is...mine is....

Crickets.

This went on over the course of 3 days.  D. McD. could not be bothered to respond to me, and I wondered why someone who thought of me when their new employer was hiring would then go through so much trouble to ignore me.  I wasn't asking him to talk to anyone on my behalf, tweak my resume or fill out the application for me.  I just needed more information about the job.  Saturday, I reached my frustration point.  I sent another message in which I told D. McD. that while I appreciated the fact that he thought of me (knowing how much of a struggle it has been for me to find work), I did not appreciate being ignored.  I have enough issues to deal with...but thanks anyway.  What I got back (finally, a reply), just a little more than an hour later, was just the beginning of a hurtful and insulting tirade. 

D. McD. accused me of causing drama, because I simply cannot deal with anyone who has gotten a job or God forbid works for the company, and have been nothing but mean and rude to them.  Now, I know he doesn't read this blog, there's really no way he could know about it, but honestly?  I have oodles of people that I know that have either recently rejoined the workforce or still work for the company.  I've never been mean or rude to any of them.  Unless they deserved it (Shrek), and seriously?  He hates her too.  So whatever.  Asshat.  But it didn't stop there.  His sensationalized generalizations kept on coming:

I blew him off because of my voice.
I don't take responsibility for my problems, I blame everyone else for them. 
My life is a soap opera. 
I don't have a job because I didn't scour craigs.list, like he did, and was too lazy to look up the job description on my own.
I push every one away, and prefer hiding at home and blowing people off.

Now, I do agree with one thing he said...I do tend to push people away.  Depression does that.  Shirley never wants people at the party.  Ever.  But everything else?  Well, that is all part of his "high and mighty-my $#!+ don't stink-I know everything" mentality. 

I never blamed anybody for my condition, I know why I am like this.  I do blame certain people for taking advantage of my condition to further their own agenda, and in turn exasperating my situation, but it's not like I run around advertising the fact that I got screwed over because of it.  I legally can't. 

And honestly?  Who would watch a soap opera about someone who rarely ever leaves their house?  Or rarely talks to anyone? 

And have you looked at job postings on craigs.list?  I've checked them out, but it's not exactly user friendly and honestly?  Some of them are kind of sketchy....if you can't list your company name in the ad, then I can't take the chance that you will have ALL of my personal information at your disposal.  I am anxiety laden, after all.  And I have kids to keep safe.  I have a few trustworthy sites that I use (including one run by the DOL), and I will stick with that.  I don't have the flexibility of applying for just anything.  I am our best chance of securing health insurance, so desperately needed with 3 disabled people under one roof.  My employment doesn't secure the ability to once again get manicures weekly and to finally be able to plan that annual trip to Vegas.  It secures survival.  Besides, he reached out to me, and now I'm lazy for not looking it up on my own with nearly zero information...can you say needle in a haystack?  And for the record, our work history and experience is completely different.  I worked in insurance for over 13 years.  He worked for a garden center and at a glorified recycling center.  It's not like we'd be using the same search terms.  Again, ASSHAT.

So, there you have it.  D. Mc.D, the D.I.N.K, is well, a douche and a dink.  Preying on the emotionally destroyed and thriving on breaking them more than they already are to help him feel better about his own insecurities.  Revelling in the pain of others, dangling carrots and pulling them away to enjoy the inevitable crushing sound of their souls.  I was actually excited that there was an opportunity, but never anticipated the mind games orchestrated by a very sick, twisted individual.

I don't need people in my life that enjoy my pain and suffering, and when they don't get to experience it for a few months, create situations to watch the crazy unfold again to satisy some sick fantasy.  And I certainly don't need their wives, allowing this to happen.  I suspect now that the "glowing reference" that was given to the HR person who stood me up (and have yet to hear from to this day), was in fact, not so glowing.  I have very strong feelings that it was quite the opposite, and I was very much lied to.  So, buh-bye to Annette too.  I lost one suspicious reference, and gained two very trustworthy and honest ones.

I have all the people I need in my life that love and support me, no matter how crazy I may get.  Why?  Because they care about me.  They care about my family. 

The rest were left at the side of the road on Monday morning.