How it’s going tumblr? I am (sort of) back. I still probably won’t be posting much or checking too much still, it’s not a good thing for my brain or my energy level but I miss this community.
A few of you all have messaged me and I will respond I promise, if you all want to hear from more regularly I have a FB and you’re welcome to add me.
Basically this serves to function as a confirmation, that yes I am alive and yes I am still too stressed/overworked to post here regularly.

How it’s going tumblr? I am (sort of) back. I still probably won’t be posting much or checking too much still, it’s not a good thing for my brain or my energy level but I miss this community.

A few of you all have messaged me and I will respond I promise, if you all want to hear from more regularly I have a FB and you’re welcome to add me.

Basically this serves to function as a confirmation, that yes I am alive and yes I am still too stressed/overworked to post here regularly.

I don’t post on here much anymore because I don’t feel like I have anything left to post that is true or original or anything but complaining.

I am stuck in my apartment and I am stuck in my job and until there’s some movement in my life one way or the other what is there to post other than angsty overwrought complaints?

I wish I knew most of you in real life so that neglecting this portal into the internet felt less like neglecting a part of my social life and more like ignoring input I don’t necessarily need.

If any of ever want to keep up, you can message me and I’ll give you my facebook/email/etc. 

kelsium

This week brought the news that Zappos, a wholly-owned subsidiary of Amazon, is going to occupy the unemployed for months with (mostly futile) attempts to become virtual “friends” with the online shoe retailer. As the Wall Street Journal reports:

Zappos, based in Las Vegas, plans to hire at least 450 people this year, but candidates won’t find out about those jobs on LinkedIn.com, Monster.com or the company website. Instead, they will have to join a social network, called Zappos Insiders, where they will network with current employees and demonstrate their passion for the company—in some cases publicly—in hopes that recruiters will tap them when jobs come open.

A naïve reader might imagine that the traditional hiring process, where a company posts its openings and job seekers submit their cover letters and resumes, did plenty to serve the interests of our nation’s job creators. But Zappos’s “head of talent acquisition,” Michiael Bailen, told the Journal that traditional hiring “is too ‘transactional.’” Instead of reading about the qualifications of potential hires, “Recruiters instead will spend time pursuing candidates in the Insiders group with digital Q&As or contests, events that they will use to help gauge prospective hires’ cultural fit.”

Zappos has apparently decided it is no longer good enough to be a qualified hire who is interested in the job. An interested applicant must also spend unremunerated time pretending to engage in virtual social relationships with existing employees. The American economy has become so warped that it now appears reasonable to a subsidiary of a leading public company to require people who may never be hired to spent large amounts of time pretending to be friends with people with whom they may never work.

This represents the convergence of at least three disturbing trends in the current American economy: the long-term unemployment of large numbers of people and the consequent power given to any company which is hiring; the technology industry’s revival of old prejudices under catchy new names; and the way that technology increasingly erodes any sense that our work selves are merely a component of our lives, rather than the entirety of our existence.

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Zappos… this is a serious misstep. Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.

(via khealywu)

I’m learning that I am porous like the ocean, I’ll absorb and I’ll beat down the rocks over thousands of years and you’ll think that oil spill is long gone, too small in such vastness but under it all that spot of black sticks there, roves like a malevolent cloud, killing all it passes through.

All I touch, all I see becomes part of me, good or bad and at the end of the day I am so full of so much and so weary of all I cannot put down, all I carry that sticks to me like a glue fly trap. I can still here those insects buzzing on me, vibrating as I try to sleep. My mom says that when she was my age she was tired all the time too. That when she got older she learned to filter, she learned to hide, she learned to become harder, to become non-absorbent.

I am ready to not be the ocean.