I'm trying to keep positive, but it can be both depressing and frustrating. Especially the online applications. Not to mention more than a bit maddening. Ohhhhh, and I just love the ridiculous questionnaires that "only take 5 mins of your time" while in reality can take up to a half hour each or more. Not to mention some of the ludicrous questions on the darn thing. Do they really think someone is going to answer honestly if they intend to steal from the company or come into work late or call off all the time or even if they're planning to look for a better job?? omg This last one asked me how many days there are in a week, month, year like 10 times each. There were blatantly obvious psychiatric questions on it as well, even to a lay person. And do not get me started on the race thing. This last one made a special point of "qualifying" each racial group (descriptions laid out so you know exactly what they mean for each one). Among them was mixed race. Ok. Fine. Only "mixed race" wasn't an option to choose. Really? Then why was it on the list in the first place?? geez The newest thing I've been running into is some sort of tax thing some places evidently use and they want to know if you're on any form of govt assistance. First time I saw it I filled it out. I just ran across it again and opted out. It's non of their frigging business I get food stamps. Which I won't get IF I land a job with them. Oh, and before I forget..........the whole give us the name of your supervisor deal..............Now I understand this and can see where it can apply (if your currently working or just quit somewhere) but the last job I had was in 2004 and I know for a fact my supervisor hasn't worked there in 4 years or more...........same for any other supervisor I've had. Other than the hospital and nursing home (more than 20 yrs ago) I've worked retail which goes through supervisors like tissues.....either moving them around store to store or whatever. Shoot I can't give their full names because I never KNEW their full names in the retail stores. I knew first names period. I guess I should just be grateful the latest ones have no request for a resume. I've been trying to do more applications online to save on gas.......and I *thought* save some time. (hahahahaha) phhht I'm also trying/hoping to land something full time (or as close to it as possible) IN town as opposed to having to drive out of town. Of course this greatly limits my prospects. But my car is 13 yrs old and it's not going to last forever. Know what I mean?? I know maybe I shouldn't feel this way...............but I do and I can't help it............. I feel like I'm being discriminated against because I made the choice to stay home and raise my children. I know we've become a society of 2 working parents or single working parents. But the attitude I get off people is just plain stupid. They literally act as if I am lazy and that is the reason chose not to work. (at least the people I've been in contact with) Good God Almighty when I did the phone interview for the woman from disability she copped the same damn attitude! I mean got downright snarky about it. And I managed to tell her off in just ever so barely a tactful manner. But once she pulled up my official work history her attitude became hostile and stayed that way. My girls think I'm imagining it. Uh, no. I read body language, facial expression, and tone of voice quite well thankyouverymuch. I know when someone is copping an attitude even when they're attempting to hide it, which many don't even bother to do. To be honest, I don't think the online apps are going to do me any good. They see the job history and it probably gets me booted before they get any further. I wonder what they would think if I started filling in the "blank" years of my job apps with domestic engineer? I'll tell ya, I've seriously been considering it. Because that is what I was doing, holding down a household, budgeting a very scant income, and raising 3 kids.....one of whom was disabled and would not have been able to cope with daycare had I had any desire to be a working Mom. ARGH! Ok. Vent over. Now I have to go pay bills. Oh yippee. Not.