When I was a junior in high school, my friend Brendan sent me a link to Craigslist; a "Missed Connection" that ranted about some girl in a raincoat who was rude. Being 16 and amused by anything unusual, I stuck to the routine of daily Craigslist checks, just to see if perhaps someone had posted something out of the ordinary to amuse my teenage maturity.
By the time senior year of college rolled around, I was an addict. Not of the pill-popping, vein-stabbing variety, but of the "it could be internet porn but there aren't really pictures only words" variety.
I loved everything about Craigslist. That is, until I started looking for a job.
My career advisor at the U of I had suggested the obvious Monster and CareerBuilder, but had failed to mention that a.) the economy was about to go belly up like the Titanic and b.) employers had to pay those sites for chunks of advert space. Craigslist's offers their space for freezies, advising their posters not to spam, throw up some nude photos or blow up the f-bomb like Hiroshima.
This is, of course, irrelevant in the personals section. Pictures of genitals are encouraged.
The "Careers" section has been like mother's milk to my infantile, unemployed soul; I'd scroll through those listings, sucking up their possibility like a sponge. My sent box was filled with "I'd be awesome for this job" emails, begging for a chance to succeed in an eccentric, fantastic universe.
...and nothing. For months.
After silence, constant rejection and spam, I gave up on Craigslist. My muse, my solid career centered glory, all down the tubes because real life is a bitch.
Recently, I started looking in their careers section because it amuses me. More and more legit companies and start-ups have begun hawking their wares; I found my internship now part-time job off Craiglist, and my former nannying position.
I guess I can only be bigoted for so long, right?
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