is the day it hits me.
I feel like total crap, complete with chills, scratchy throat, and exhaustion.
Yesterday didn't help.
Now how the MA system works is that most of the actual job training centers are run by private contractors who get a per diem per person they serve. Maybe
they get one or two state employees in-house to deal with unemployment claims. Some, like the center I went to yesterday, get them only a couple of days a week. Others, like the one I will
be going to in the future if only because they know what "social networking" means, get them 5 days a week. ( Mean State Employees Are Mean To MeCollapse )
While I didn't leave her office in tears, I did leave it feeling a lovely combination of "absolute shit" and "completely pissed off".
I went to the desk and politely complained about my treatment, and that I couldn't get any of my questions answered, and got a big ol' shrug from the contractors.
Time to double-down on the "absolute shit" and "completely pissed off"
Then it was time for my resume review.( Finally, someone helpfulCollapse )
So, once I departed my Resume Critique session with a marginally better mood, I followed his advice. I went to the desk, asked for a specific career center employee by name, and quietly asked her if I could talk to the male state employee.
After she threw a meaningful glance at the female employee's office door (she later told me that she has to do this a lot), she got me in to see the other state employee, who was knowledgeable, helpful, answered all my questions, and even double-checked that my claim had actually been correctly filed (it had).
That left me with one more task: Interview Bootcamp.
Can you say DISASTAH boys and girls?( So sad it makes me laugh like a hyenaCollapse )
In any case, that was my mixed bag of a day yesterday.
And, oh. My Dad turned out to be fine. It was just a moment-of-panic thing my Mom had when she couldn't get her questions answered.
Yeah. I know how she feels.
Today I have to deal with financial stuff.
As soon as I stop shivering, though, I'm heading to the Y because I need some serious stress relief.
Monday I start my campaign of resumes and freelance-grabbing, because I can't quite handle it today.