Most recent research into the jobs out there reveal that my joy over my foray into the exciting world of Powerpoint every bit as premature as my decision to start lying in (no, embellishing) my CV about my Photoshop proficiency was bad.
As far as IT skills go there's still so much out there I don't have any understanding of which is tragic, since those are the fields where jobs are actually available (along with a couple of openings for Pilates- instructors...). There's Java, Java EEE, Python, Android, Drupal, Ruby on Rails, Progress 4GL, Apache, My Sql, SAP, CAD, PHP and Windows to name a few (though with the last one I'm extremely familiar with- it's the thing through which I smoke 5 times a day- seeing how there's a mountain of snow preventing me from using the balcony in the hallway...)
Since job hunting in "my own field" is proving futile, I've tried branching out. The translating thing fell through so I'm trying to find new alternatives. Like becoming a pilot. Yes, the kind that flies planes.
The fact that I can't even drive a car didn't put me off. Nor the fact that my severely impaired hand-eye coordination means that even in those simulators found in arcades I crash the car in the first 5 seconds. Planes, you see, are totally different. I mean, there aren't brick walls up there I could hit, right? Even my overall carelessness didn't deter me. I can't be trusted to look after a cactus, but having 237 people trust me with their lives- how hard can that be?
Though... in case my piloting skills sucked as much as my computer skills even the most devout bomb-carrying terrorists attempting to hijack the plane would be begging me to land the plane as opposed to risking flying with me all the way to Yemen. How's that for a silver lining- I just saved those 237 lives!
There's an airline looking to train and hire pilots, you see. It's not something I am interested in or have any real talent for but can I really afford to be that choosy? Perhaps it's time I just chucked all my dreams out the window and applied for... well, anything.
Turned out that the successful candidates are responsible for the pre-training medical. And the aptitude testing. And the cost of the training. Along with the accommodation and travel during the training. It didn't take me long to figure out that while I can't afford not to have a job (any job) much longer, I simply can't afford to apply for this job. How fucked up is that?
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