A mini work-seeking rant

Don't you hate it when you're being ridiculous, you know you're being ridiculous, and yet you can't stop being ridiculous?

I found a job listing online to apply to. Yay, right? Right.

Except in order to apply I have to fill in my "contact information" on their site, and by that they mean:

• name,
  
• address,
  
• phone numbers,
  
• e-mail,
  
• SSN (optional, thankfully),
  
• addresses for the last 7 years (the position doesn't even require seven years of experience)(this section is optional also),
  
• current work info,
  
• work availability,
  
• work history (optional),
  
• education (optional), and
  
• reference(s),

All this before I can load in the resume. You know, my resume, which I spent countless hours crafting to sell me to a potential employer? And now that potential employer wants me to type eleventy-million things into boxes just so I can send them my resume and they can ignore it?

And I know it's silly that this makes me feel grumpy, and inclined to snap, "Fine! I don't want to work there anyway!" I'm going to apply. It just seems like, already I'm doing everything to make YOU happy, employer? It's all about you?

It is. I know it. It just makes me grumpy.

Got to go. I have a lot of boxes to fill out.