Saturday, 9 June 2012

When Things Blow Up And People Get Maimed

The previous time I said that the next time I'd put a blog post online things would have changed majorly, either in a positive or in a negative fashion. Enough happened since that time to warrant a new post. Things still haven't come to an end, but at this point it feels like I'm in an airplane which is on fire, losing bits and heading towards a mountain.

Last Tuesday after the job interview in The Hague at I-Optics things kinda turned south already when my computer suddenly blue-screened after I got home and refused to boot until I coaxed it back into working condition after a few hours of troubleshooting. Then yesterday morning one of my displays died, refusing to come out of standby, forcing me to spend a sizable chunk of money on a new display. Which won't arrive until next Tuesday due to the delivery times around the weekend. Not having dual monitors is enough of a work efficiency impediment that I pulled my old 17" CRT monitor out of storage and put it back into use. See the setup I got going on now:

Things kind of went hurtling ground-wards yesterday (Friday) when I got a phone call from I-Optics regarding my application there. In mildly covered terms they essentially told me that they acknowledged that I have the programming skills, but questioned my personality, strongly implying that I am unreliable and that I portray myself in a grandiose manner to the point where I am basically lying about the things I have done. They never bothered to contact any of the references I provided, which leads me to believe that my background story played a major role in my rejection there.

Being rejected in such a way has really set off my PTSD to the point where I am only barely able to stay stable and find myself regularly thinking in a quite rational manner about ending my existence. Not having the prospect of financial income, not even having welfare to fall back upon, and countless more job interviews to face with the resulting rejections adds to this. With myself in such an unstable mood I have had to push away my girlfriend as well, for her own sake. I'm lashing out at anyone who comes close to me and barely recognize myself any more. The only thing which is going to save me here is hard work on some products to make money with while I hope for that miracle where I do get hired by a company. Monday is the next interview. I'm terrified. I need to push away all emotions to go on.

The thought that I'll not get out of this situation I am in fills me with utter dread and absolute despair. Convincing myself that things will turn out fine becomes harder and harder. For about one and a half year now I go to bed and wake up to observe this spectacle:

My life, all boxed up. My desk, disassembled. A painful reminder that my life isn't going anywhere fast. Its sight is almost enough to push me over the edge.

Getting a job would change that in one fell swoop, going from empty to full within a month. It's either everything or nothing. Life or death. I lack the energy to invest in another job application. Every time I apply somewhere I know it'll only make me feel worse.

Inhumane treatments like at I-Optics are most effective in convincing me that there's only death. To me it basically concludes over a year of job searching and rejection after rejection. Whether it's fighting against injustice at hospitals, or fighting to get a job, either way you end up facing bigotry, aggression, insults and plain injustice. I survived the first, I can not handle a second war.

I just want to end this. Any which way. Without help from others I will have to take matters into my own hands. Please? I just want to not have to be strong every single moment... It hurts so much :(



mehmed mehmed said...

nice work place

Peter G. said...

Maya, keep the faith! Good things will come, i am sure.

My life is in a box now too, spending most my time in a 2x5m bedroom which is my home..
soon this may change for the better and i am positive that things will turn for the best for you also.
Have faith!

rhavern said...

It does indeed suck not having a job, it robs you of part of your identity. I accepted voluntary redundancy in March 2012 and never expected I'd still be looking for work now (June 2012). I've never been out of work this long in the last 30 years.

Hang in there and find the *right* job, that's what I'm doing. In the meantime, stay [H]ard ;-)