<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 07:58:54 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Unemployment</category><category>Stages</category><category>Family</category><category>Realizations</category><category>Bad Days</category><category>Plans</category><category>Friends</category><category>waiting</category><category>Interviews</category><category>Neurosis</category><category>Updates</category><category>Boredom</category><category>Crying</category><category>Epiphanies</category><category>Guest Posting</category><category>Tips and Tricks</category><category>Boxes</category><category>Employment</category><category>Guest Post</category><category>Kafka</category><category>Misunderstandings</category><category>Rules</category><category>Shocker</category><title>Unemployed Files</title><description>&lt;i&gt;When the going gets weird, the weird point out stupid stuff.&lt;/i&gt;</description><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-7694172953934241219</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2011 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-01T17:58:01.379-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bad Days</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Crying</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unemployment</category><title>Static on the Line</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;Second verse....same as the first.&quot;It&#39;s been one year, nine months, fifteen days since I got the call saying that I was closing the file on being unemployed. It&#39;s also been two years, one month and eight days since the last time I sat in an office looking across from a boss I didn&#39;t respect who was feeding me a steaming pile of insincere half-truths. &quot;Budgetary reasons&quot; he said as he reached </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2011/07/static-on-line.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-1544676850633751594</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T20:55:01.179-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Employment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unemployment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Updates</category><title>Waiting On The Call...</title><atom:summary type="text">The last interview I had went well.  So, of course, I didn&#39;t get the job.  It&#39;s the way of the Unemployed Warrior, really.  A week went by and the other interview was going to happen. I didn&#39;t have a good feeling about it, mostly because it was a phone interview.  I hate phone interviews. I don&#39;t even like talking on the phone. 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Please take a second to comment if you dig it.  Thanks.Today was a bad day. For a lot of reasons, actually.Mainly, it was a day I had been dreading for a week or so now. 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FUCK. FUUUUUUUUCK.&quot;I hear the Dressing Room Lady outside the door.&quot;Everything okay in there?&quot;I sigh.&quot;No...  Yes.&quot;This is the third pair of pants I have tried on, and the </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/cursing-in-dressing-room.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-5222279084914140214</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 08:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-18T02:06:32.465-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Realizations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unemployment</category><title>Drenched To The Bone</title><atom:summary type="text">Come gather &#39;round peopleWherever you roamAnd admit that the watersAround you have grownAnd accept it that soonYou&#39;ll be drenched to the bone.If your time to youIs worth savin&#39;Then you better start swimmin&#39;Or you&#39;ll sink like a stoneFor the times they are a-changin&#39;.— Bob Dylan, The Times They Are A-Changin&#39;With enough distance it all makes sense.You serve your meager purpose, and subject </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/drenched-to-bone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-7270298855195042916</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-14T17:59:37.891-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Guest Posting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Plans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unemployment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Updates</category><title>Anyone even notice we haven&#39;t been updating?</title><atom:summary type="text">Thought the Wednesday&#39;s guest post was very good and chock-full of tips and tricks for the newly Unemployed person that I&#39;d leave it up on top an extra day.  As for myself, I&#39;ve working on some actual projects that might make me some money!  So I might miss a day or two occasionally.  The whole &quot;posting everyday&quot; thing was a little ambitious, anyway, without me giving up my actual identity and </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/anyone-even-notice-we-havent-been.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-9216016108267986138</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 08:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T01:29:00.897-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Guest Post</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Plans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tips and Tricks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unemployment</category><title>U.F. GUEST POST:  Pragmatic Tips for Being Laid Off</title><atom:summary type="text">[EDITOR&#39;S NOTE: This is the first guest post here at the Unemployed Files by a good friend of ours.  If you have a tale of unemployment, or tips for those that are unemployed, feel free to send it in to us here.  Thanks!]I know the author of Unemployed Files and he offered to post an article that I wrote.  I normally don’t do this sort of thing but I feel like I have a lot of good advice to </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/uf-guest-post-pragmatic-tips-for-being.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-3896921992960808817</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 07:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-11T00:51:30.108-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Realizations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rules</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unemployment</category><title>New Rules and Old Cliches</title><atom:summary type="text">Most days, once you get deeper into multiple weeks of being without work, you fail to realize what day it is, at least in my case.  I go in and out of this state of thought.  Sometimes I am still aware of what is going on.  Somethings I neglect the calendar almost willfully. For those of you who do know what day it is, and I am one of you, sometimes, I have found that there are better days and </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-rules-and-old-cliches_11.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-1585871676246478012</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-10T13:57:16.818-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boredom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Plans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unemployment</category><title>Chairman of the Bored</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;Countin&#39; flowers on the wallThat don&#39;t bother me at allPlayin&#39; solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-oneSmokin&#39; cigarettes and watchin&#39; Captain KangarooNow don&#39;t tell me I&#39;ve nothin&#39; to do&amp;#151; The Statler Brothers, &quot;Flowers on the Wall&quot;After a few weeks, the novelty of being home all the time wears off.  You break your old habits, and start forgetting things that don&#39;t matter anymore. You </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/chairman-of-bored.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-608570199816086884</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 06:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-09T20:31:42.831-07:00</atom:updated><title>How The Schedule Is Going To Work At U.F.</title><atom:summary type="text">Chuckle if you must, but I will be taking the weekends off here at U.F.   On the occasion that I receive a story from someone that isn&#39;t myself, if I think it&#39;s U.F. material I&#39;ll post it here on the weekends, but for now, you can just check out what&#39;s happened in the previous week, and I will be back with more on Monday!Thanks for reading the site, and for (hopefully) letting your friends know </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-schedule-is-going-to-work-at-uf.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-4965924349250175093</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T11:16:09.456-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Misunderstandings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Neurosis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Realizations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unemployment</category><title>I&#39;ll Tell You Anything &#39;Cept The Truth</title><atom:summary type="text">WANTED: Designer.  Must know Photoshop, Illustrator, inDesign, and be highly creative and capable of working without supervision.Well, that&#39;s me to a tee!  Full of optimism, hope and vigor I quickly get in touch with who I envision will be my new boss as soon as I get the chance to meet him face-to-face.A personal website is put together quickly, fully loaded with an &quot;About Me&quot; page and a </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-tell-you-anything-cept-truth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-7835576958415266152</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 04:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-05T22:54:27.159-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Epiphanies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Realizations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unemployment</category><title>Reality Cheque</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shackAnd you may find yourself in another part of the worldAnd you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobileAnd you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautifulWifeAnd you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?&quot;— Talking Heads / Once in a LifetimeThe Alarm went off everyday at 7:00 a.m. on the dot.  Well, it did until </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-cheque.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-8254826237235211595</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 06:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T23:28:46.467-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Epiphanies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Realizations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unemployment</category><title>Overqualified</title><atom:summary type="text">In The Land Of The Unemployed, &quot;Overqualified&quot; Is A Four-Lettered Word.&quot;You just know too much.&quot;Well, you know too little.&quot;You&#39;re just overqualified, and I&#39;m afraid you&#39;d get bored.&quot;I&#39;d get bored regardless, eventually. Try me.&quot;We just need someone more &#39;entry-level.&#39;&quot;Well, I just need a paycheck.A common refrain from many employers is that if you&#39;re not straight out of college is that you are &quot;</atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/overqualified.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-5126388918471866093</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T12:37:30.318-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bad Days</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kafka</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unemployment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">waiting</category><title>You Ain&#39;t Allowed To Do Them Things</title><atom:summary type="text">Day One and I was down in it.  The first night was bad.  Interrupted by several bouts of sleeplessness, anxiety ridden jolting and tossing and turning.  I wasn&#39;t sure if I was mad, or hurt, or angry or what.  What I did know was that my phone was ringing constantly, with a lot of people telling me not to worry about it, and that my bosses were jerks, and that things would be better. While I </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-aint-allowed-to-do-them-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-1880154075041263623</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 21:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T14:59:06.054-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bad Days</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boxes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Crying</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Shocker</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unemployment</category><title>Where The End Begins</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;d been working where I worked for a while.  Seven years to be exact. In fact, the day I was fired was one week exactly after my seventh year working for my workplace. It came as a shock and it didn&#39;t.  I hadn&#39;t always gotten along with my supervisor, who was just another supervisor in a litany of supervisors stacked to the ceiling, who were underneath another pile of Vice-Presidents leading up </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-end-begins.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-7144421960355909990</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 06:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T01:25:15.865-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kids Say The Darnedest Things And Adults Say The Dumbest</title><atom:summary type="text">I was doing my morning routine, checking out the news, and the e-mails and the Twitters and I stumbled across something that caught my eye on the Huffington Post and it made my stomach churn in disgust.  Michelle Malkin, a conservative talking head, was on the usually entertaining and informative This Week with George Stephanopolous and was somehow picked to be a guest on the Round Table segment </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/kids-say-darnedest-things-and-adults.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361272100662339997.post-3131394894828395367</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 06:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T01:57:24.826-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Day In The Life</title><atom:summary type="text">I’m sure there are some of you out there, locked up in a highly satisfying professional life that look out the window of your homogenized corporate tower wondering just what the little people with no jobs do with their whole day.  Well, at first it’s a flurry of trying your best to immediately get work and get on with your life and try to get a new job!  Gotta hustle!  After the first months of </atom:summary><link>http://unemployedfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A Person)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>