In fifth grade we had a week on job interviews. Some large firm corporate hiring manager talked to our entire class in the school auditorium before we were sent home to "work on our resumes".
A few days later he returned to do mock job interviews with the class, I remember being so nervous that my resume wasn't impressive enough compared to my classmates that I vomited before going to school and then a second time at school when I saw all the nicely organized resumes and fancy clothes the other students had dressed in to prepare for the interview.
I had on an ugly long sleeve shirt to cover the bruises from where my step brothers would hit me every evening when I got home from school.
After the mock interview the man gave me the "blunt critique" that I needed to present myself better if I wanted to get a job.
What kind of fucking dystopian ass late capitalism shit is this?
Actually, now that you mention it, this has kinda woken up some memory deep in my brain where I can vaguely recall our elementary or middle school class having some mock job fair/resume building seminar. I can't really remember all that much but it feels like it happened.
TW: Childhood trauma
In fifth grade we had a week on job interviews. Some large firm corporate hiring manager talked to our entire class in the school auditorium before we were sent home to "work on our resumes".
A few days later he returned to do mock job interviews with the class, I remember being so nervous that my resume wasn't impressive enough compared to my classmates that I vomited before going to school and then a second time at school when I saw all the nicely organized resumes and fancy clothes the other students had dressed in to prepare for the interview.
I had on an ugly long sleeve shirt to cover the bruises from where my step brothers would hit me every evening when I got home from school.
After the mock interview the man gave me the "blunt critique" that I needed to present myself better if I wanted to get a job.
neoliberal subjectivity for kids leads to mental illness, read Mark Fisher.
(Stalin eye lasers) SHUT THE FUCK UP KULAK
i hear you, i see you, i melt you :stalin-shining:
Thats so impressively fucked I'm so sorry
that is heartbreaking, I’m sorry :/
Replace brothers with dad and change the vomiting to nosebleeds from the stress and that whole story word for word happened to me as well.
Also, a few years later they did the same thing again and I just didn't show up.
What kind of fucking dystopian ass late capitalism shit is this?
Actually, now that you mention it, this has kinda woken up some memory deep in my brain where I can vaguely recall our elementary or middle school class having some mock job fair/resume building seminar. I can't really remember all that much but it feels like it happened.