Quitting Alcohol is Easy
Life is a joke, so at least we can laugh some more. How are you folks doing out there? It is a long time ago since I have written a story. At the moment I am in the job hunt mode trying to get my foot into Information Technology.
And kids listen to your mama education is important, it is not fun trying to switch careers at 40, and it’s also not fun having a dead end job at that age.
Let me tell you how I went on the job hunt at an IT fair. After applying to a lot of jobs and getting only rejections, I decided to visit a job fair.
I was excited about visiting that one, O.K. let me stay with the truth. I felt obligated to go there because being broke and hopeless is no fun.
Just to give you a fast briefing, by now I have built up 2 years of experience from home learning and projects mainly in Python and some HTML and CSS.
Because the money is drying up at a very fast pace and being broke is worse than having a shit job, I decided to go out there and show up.
Unfortunately, when I got there some nervousness started to kick in and when I get nervous I start to sweat under my arms like crazy.
That is my sign of discomfort, showing that I am moving in the right direction. The sign of the universe, so to say.
So exactly at the right timing, lakes are starting to build up under my arms. I stay in front of that door, doubt after doubt is in my mind. I just want to run away.
But it is too late, and running away didn’t exactly give me great results in the past. Furthermore, there is some catering and it also could get interesting.
So I go in, leave my jacket in the wardrobe and firstly visit the restroom to dry up my armpit. I look in the mirror, my face is freaking red as if I just made some hard physical work. My eyes are swollen, and I am in the right place of discomfort.
I visited the first stand, they were looking for a complete developer with experience who can write JavaScript. The talk gets as awkward as possible. We do not connect at all, and I leave the conversation with something stupid like “Yes, maybe I will write you an e-mail”.
As time passes, I ease up and relax, I visit stand after stand and have conversations with all the representors.
At the end, I got an invitation for a test-talk, about which I will write the next time. So long, folks stay hard and educated.
