My Journey to Employment (Chapter 1)

Let me preface this by saying that this is far from a cry for sympathy. I am not sad. Frustrated as hell, maybe. But sad.....no. I don't want sympathy. Just empathize with me.

The other night at church, the preacher said, "Rejection is God's way of blessing you." Allow me to share my blessings with you.

The whole job search really started with my initial pursuit of a residency. Frantically compiling things together from September to January, interviews in February, and on March 21st, everything I worked the past 7 months ended with:

"We regret to inform you that you did not match to a position."

Many of my recent blessings have began with "We regret to inform you..."

After a few days of recuperation sponsored by Jose and Jack, I began my present job hunt. From April 1st until now, I've applied to roughly 60-70 jobs. Again, I have been immeasurably blessed with several "We regret to inform you" letters, several "We will have positions open in October (or later)," and several unreturned phone calls/emails from job recruiters.

I fault myself for most of my job woes. Had I started applying to retail positions first, I'm sure I could have landed a job by now. Instead, I wanted to stay in the hospital (for several reasons that I shall not dwell into now). 

Yes, I'm sure one is coming soon. I hear it over, and over, and over. And I agree with it. If nothing else, I know there will be positions open in October. I just get tired of hearing it from everybody...over and over. And yes, I know other people have it worse than I do. That does not make me feel any better either. It makes me sad for them... I could honestly do without most of these depressing pick-me-ups that people have shared with me the past few months.

I'm writing this out of pure frustration. I've done everything "by the book." I've always known what was next. Graduated high school, knew I was going to Alcorn. Graduated Alcorn, knew I was going to UT. Graduated with my damned doctorate, and now I feel like I'm in a chasm.

On the bright side, I've only been officially unemployed for 6 days if you count from graduation. :) And I truly do appreciate everyone who has tried to help. Especially my sister. She calls me every hour on the hour with somewhere new to apply.

If nothing else, I've figured out that faith (or lack thereof) is most conspicuous when God's time does not align with your own time.

Residual Bitches

Supposed to be applying for jobs in which the rest of my future depend on, but sidetracked again... Damn you, right-brain.

I recently tweeted about how I believe many men (AND women) adamantly attempt to be faithful but get caught up letting the "residual bitch(es)" go. The purpose of this blog is to explain exactly what I meant by the term "residual bitch."

Defining residual bitch (RB) (will be given in terms of a female since it is the more often associated with the gender): A residual bitch can be thought of as either the remnant of or understudy to a side chick. Side chicks only exist when there is a main chick; RBs, however, can exist without regard to relationship status. Here, I have provided a Venn-diagram for your reference:

Figure 1
* The middle area denotes the promotion/demotion area.
* Relationshiper - the relationship employer; the person engaging the relationship



Exploring the role of the residual bitch:
1. The RB is conveniently at the relationshiper's disposal whenever the relationshiper needs his/her ego stroked. The ambitions of moving up the ladder into a main or side role drives the RB to to say things that he/she believes will get him/her there. So those times when the bf/gf isn't acting right, and the relationshiper is in need of a little attention, the RB is only one "Hey Boo" text away from giving the relationshiper all the attention wanted.

2. Fresh off a break up, the RB may escalate to the rebound, especially when there are no side pieces to fill the role immediately. The RB is the IRA of bitches = taking a Plan B even after using a condom and birth control correctly = the back up plan for the back up plan. 

It's low-rate bitch insurance.


The relationshiper will feed the RB just enough crumbs to keep the RB's stomach from growling. I'm reminded of  @KardinalRule's tweet about how hoes will give up the sex for "But YO...a GM text, 3 mentions, and a subtweet." In the case of the RB, these "crumbs" are all it takes to keep them holding on....amaranthine hopes of being sexed into a side position. Unfortunately, this is also what makes complete eradication of the RB difficult. To give up this low-rate insurance plan for a person that it may or MAY NOT work out with leads to an unnerving sense of finality. Starting from square one if a relationship doesn't work out is a headache. Going back through the process of establishing new side chicks/residual bitches gets old.

3. Ego-stroking and rebounding are really the only two roles of the RB. The RB may be utilized when arbitrary time needs to be passed (e.g. sitting in the waiting room at auto shop while getting an alignment).


But alas, I shall end it here. Love is not cursed by monogamy... However, I do believe that being faithful in a relationship and eventually falling in love can be halted by thoughts of the confinement (finality) associated with monogamy - induced secondary to letting go of the residual bitch(es).