Today I renewed my job search with a higher sense of urgency (plus, the kids went back to school today -- freedom, at last). I am a former stock options market maker, so basically, I am qualified at yelling and waving my arms like a banshee. Actually, I have an mba, a varied career in commercial banking, trading, and most recently, a stint at helping people with their financial needs while working for Vanguard mutual funds. Quite frankly, I'm a catch.
Despite this fact, I've already been rejected by the Apple store-after an interview, turned down for a Chik-fil-A franchise, and have not received a single response from PIMCO, a large southern California mutual fund company to which I have applied for multiple jobs.
My only promising lead remaining is at the local Wells Fargo branch, as a personal banker. So today I sent apps to Chase and Citi. I sent inquiries to a dessert franchise and to a chicken finger restaurant, which I was rejected from before my email was sent. Chuck Schwab didn't like me either.
So to celebrate my prospects, I took my wife back to yesterday's beach for a picnic of cold fast food. It's my new happy place.
And now, a short story by Jillian: Once upon a time, there was an ugly barnacle. The end.
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