Okay, time for a plan B. If I'm going to take the same approach to job searching, by applying to job postings I come across, I'm not going to get anywhere, which
There are two problems:
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presentation (impressions)
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proof of skill or competency
I hate to admit it, but I'm not a very presentable person, even in the generous interpretation of the word. I am disheveled, a mess, both in person and through work output. It takes quite an insurmountable effort for me to not be chaotic and disorderly. It's a reflection of my current life, probably, too much interruptions, too little control.
Maybe I could work on shaving my mustache and beard, and get a proper haircut. But what would that do? It would not contain the chaos that would inevitably escape from within, like painting white over a scattered debris.
Yet, these could be mere excuses for my reluctance to change. Could be, but ideally, I'd live in a world where people are not judged by their facial hair, but no, that world might as well be in a different timeline now. In this world I live in, social signals are what matters. Or not, I lost my train of thought there, I don't even know where I am going with this, I would probably conclude with more excuses why I failed in life. As amusing as it is to continue driving that trainwreck of a thought, that's not what I'm writing here.
What I'm saying is, I should do the bare minimum of making myself presentable, but no more. Although, now that I think about it, I have an abstract notion of what presentable means, which is to say, I have no idea what it means beyond getting a haircut. I guess that's that, get a haircut. Heck no, I'm not going outside just to get a haircut, what a waste of time, effort and willpower, and money.
Fuck, okay, let me try again. I wasn't planning to turn this log into a stream of consciousness, just write the notable bits.
Just shave my beard, and either shave the mustachio, or trim it clean. I think my hair is still fine as it is. If I get HR filtered for having a stupid looking face, then fine by me. I'm not even applying for a public facing job, why does that matter so much. I'm looking for a job where they throw me deep in a labrynith dungeon to work 8-6, where no ass-kissing and pretentious bullshitry can thrive. Just let me do the damn work, why does this have to be so hard.
On second thought, I don't think I want to work.