Overqualified Quotes

What else can I do? Once you've gone this far you aren't fit for anything else. Something happens to your mind. You're overqualified, overspecialized, and everybody knows it. Nobody in any other game would be crazy enough to hire me. I wouldn't even make a good ditch-digger, I'd start tearing apart the sewer-system, trying to pick-axe and unearth all those chthonic symbols - pipes, valves, cloacal conduits... No, no. I'll have to be a slave in the paper-mines for all time.

The crew was mostly men. That's how it was and that's pretty much how it still is. It's a man's world & show business is a man's meal with women generously sprinkled through it like over-qualified spice.

We stand there for a few seconds before he thrusts one of the cardboard cups at me and says, “Oh, shit. This is, uh…this is for you.” I take it and hold it up to my nose. “What is it?” “It’s an I’m-a-dick-achino.” I try to stop the smile that lifts the corners of my mouth. “Huh. Smells like plain old hot chocolate to me.” “Yeah, well, it turns out they were out of dick-achinos. I offered to make some more, but they said I was overqualified.” “They were right.

What else can I do? Once you've gone this far you aren't fit for anything else. Something happens to your mind. You're overqualified, overspecialized, and everybody knows it.

We'll wake up every day and we'll tell ourselves, "Live for today, you retarded little shit. The end is near.

Dear Nintendo, We need a new Mario game, where you rescue the princess in the first ten minutes, and for the rest of the game you try and push down that sick feeling in your stomach that she’s ‘damaged goods’, a concept detailed again and again in the profoundly sex negative instruction booklet, and when Luigi makes a crack about her and Bowser, you break his nose and immediately regret it. When Peach asks you, in the quiet of her mushroom castle bedroom ‘do you still love me?’ you pretend to be asleep. You press the A button rhythmically, to control your breath, keep it even.

Memories are like everything else. They're a trap.

It’s a man’s world and show business is a man’s meal, with women generously sprinkled through it like overqualified spice.

To say that some kind of god might exist is to vivify its being with mystery. To define a god into existence because it meets certain criteria for godhood is to kill that god by turning it into a cheapjack idol with a publicity team of theologians behind it. This would explain why so many deities—all of them, in fact—have fallen apart or are in the process of doing so: eventually every god loses its mystery because it has become overqualified for its job. After a god’s mystery is gone, arguments for its reality begin. Logic steps in to resuscitate what has been bled of its healthful vagueness. Finally, another “living god” is consigned to the mortuary of scholars.

It's a man's world and show business is a man's meal, with women generously sprinkled through it like overqualified spice.

They had studied law, information technology and art history as part of their beauty treatment, they had let Norwegian taxpayers finance years at university just so that they could end up as overqualified, stay-at-home playthings and sit here exchanging confidences about how to keep their sugar daddies suitably happy, suitably jealous and suitably on their toes.

Live for today, you retarded little shit. The end is near.

(The crew was mostly men. That’s how it was and that’s pretty much how it still is. It’s a man’s world and show business is a man’s meal, with women generously sprinkled through it like overqualified spice.) The

I tried to get a job in a freak show," he [Gregor] went on, "but they said I was overqualified. So I became the porter at Groosham Grange.

It’s a man’s world and show business is a man’s meal, with women generously sprinkled through it like overqualified spice.)

Underqualified and underprepared men don’t think twice about leaning in. Overqualified and overprepared, too many women still hold back. And the confidence gap is an additional lens through which to consider why it is women don’t lean in. Even when we are prepared to tolerate the personal disruption that comes with aiming high, even when we have plenty of ambition, we fundamentally doubt ourselves.

(The crew was mostly men. That’s how it was and that’s pretty much how it still is. It’s a man’s world and show business is a man’s meal, with women generously sprinkled through it like overqualified spice.)

What else can I do? Once you've gone this far you aren't fit for anything else. Something happens to your mind. You're overqualified, overspecialized, and everybody knows it. Nobody in any other game would be crazy enough to hire me. I wouldn't even make a good ditch-digger, I'd start tearing apart the sewer-system, trying to pick-axe and unearth all of those chthonic symbols - pipes, valves, cloacal conduits... No, no. I'll have to be a slave to the paper-mines for all time.

Art, he said, isn’t your little paintings and comic books. Art is the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs.

Education may not have much influence on what happens because many rich societies are already near the upper limit in terms of quantity of education (measured by the number of years of schooling) and possibly even in terms of quality of schooling that can be offered; in addition, many of those employed in service jobs are already overqualified for what they do.

It was a rite of passage each year at Manhattan Life Insurance Company. The golden doors would open every summer to a new crop of bright-eyed college students, all of which were over-qualified for a job that required little more than a high school-equivalent GED and a fully loaded MetroCard.

Hewlett-Packard conducted a study to figure out how to get more women into top management. These numbers say it all: The authors found that the women working at H-P applied for promotions only when they believed they met 100 percent of the qualifications necessary for the job. The men were happy to apply when they thought they could meet 60 percent of the job requirements. So, essentially, women feel confident only when we are perfect. Or practically perfect. Underqualified and underprepared men don’t think twice about leaning in. Overqualified and overprepared, too many women still hold back. And the confidence gap is an additional lens through which to consider why it is women don’t lean in. Even when we are prepared to tolerate the personal disruption that comes with aiming high, even when we have plenty of ambition, we fundamentally doubt ourselves.

it’s never too late to reinvent themselves and their careers. It might require learning some new tricks, like social media, and getting used to being overqualified, but it’s worth it.

To say that some kind of god might exist is to vivify its being with mystery. To define a god into existence because it meets certain criteria for godhood is to kill that god by turning it into a cheapjack idol with a publicity team of theologians behind it. This would explain why so many deities, all of them in fact, have fallen apart or are in the process of doing so: eventually every god loses its mystery because it has become overqualified for its job. After a god's mystery is gone, arguments for it's reality begin. Logic steps in to resuscitate what have been bled of its healthful vagueness. Finally, another "living god" is consigned to the mortuary of scholars.

It pained them, I know, to be cast aside, to be stuck in jobs that they were overqualified for, to watch white people leapfrog past them at work, sometimes training new employees they knew might one day become their bosses. And it bred within each of them at least a basic level of resentment and mistrust: You never quite knew what other folks saw you to be.

Underqualified and underprepared men don’t think twice about leaning in. Overqualified and overprepared, too many women still hold back.

I had thought of being a hermit, but she told me I was over-qualified and suggested instead a profession where I might enjoy the sound of my own voice.

When I was young, all the institutions were staffed with these Depression-scarred men—banks, utilities, railroads, most government bureaus, even letter-carriers. In many cases, they were overqualified for the work they performed and as a result the institutions tended to perform well. This is an aspect of the Truman-Eisenhower years—years that now seem islands of calm—that is overlooked.

Hiring Managers And Recruiters Say “You’re Overqualified” This is like being told, “That outfit doesn’t make you look fat.” It sounds complementary, but it’s hiding something. “You’re overqualified” is a standard response when the recruiter either doesn’t want to or can’t tell you why you didn't get the job. Usually, recruiters don’t want to tell you why you didn’t get the job, because they don’t want you to be mad at them, in case they have another role that is an ideal fit. A LinkedIn connection recently told me that she wanted to work for a certain organization. She interviewed but was told that she was overqualified. She asked me why the recruiter would say such a thing. After reading her message, I explained, as delicately as possible, that her English skills prevented her from landing the position. A hiring manager told a close friend of mine that he was overqualified. My friend is a tall man with a deep voice. He’s articulate, experienced, and capable. For all of these reasons, I believe he intimidated the hiring manager.

Their university degrees were not accepted. They did not receive the jobs they had prior to the war, often working in dead-end and underpaid positions while barely trying to make ends meet. They called themselves “invisible” due to either being unable to work because of war injuries or having jobs which they were overqualified to do. At work, they were treated like second-class citizens and had to endure hardship because of their socioeconomic status.

He served in the military in Operation Bright Star and some other ones, which explained the haircut and how he dressed, not T-shirts but always button-ups like he’s the boss of something. After he got home from the Middle East he used the benefits to get his business degree at Mountain Empire, which is how he knew about starting enterprises. He had a list of everything he was an expert on. Mrs. McCobb said anybody would be a fool not to hire him, which they did, about every other week: medical supply store, gas station, lawn and tree service, flooring company, and other places he worked while I was living there, the years before that, and still to this day, if I had to guess. The pay at those places was lousy and he was too overqualified, plus knowing a lot more than his supervisors. A man can’t stay long in a situation like that.

is. It’s a man’s world and show business is a man’s meal, with women generously sprinkled through it like overqualified spice.)

a European Commission study estimated that 40% of EU workers are overqualified for the jobs they hold.

I’m in the honors English program. If anything, I’m overqualified.” “Great,” Vincent says, unmoved. “Lead the way.” “Unfortunately, leaving this desk to help cranky kids with their homework isn’t in my job description.

One can always get rejected due to a fault in other's level of common sense! It is as much important to be qualified as not to be overqualified.

As a result, he is overqualified for the jobs he currently has,

It pained them, I know, to be cast aside, to be stuck in jobs that they were overqualified for, to watch white people leapfrog past them at work, sometimes training new employees they knew might one day become their bosses.

These were highly intelligent, able-bodied men who were denied access to stable high-paying jobs, which in turn kept them from being able to buy homes, send their kids to college, or save for retirement. It pained them, I know, to be cast aside, to be stuck in jobs that they were overqualified for, to watch white people leapfrog past them at work, sometimes training new employees they knew might one day become their bosses. And it bred within each of them at least a basic level of resentment and mistrust: You never quite knew what other folks saw you to be.

You don't really actually have a choice, it's like you can't get work, so you go into education to then be whacked with a load of debt you can't pay and nobody will even give you a job while you're at college or uni because, errrr... MAYBE you're AT COLLEGE and when you're not there, you're studying or, let's face it, you're getting drunk. It's a trap. Then ONCE you get your qualifications all the jobs are taken or have been cut and then you're just there, trying to get the same job you applied for all those years back, when you were sixteen, just this time you're way too overqualified and broke. Unless you're parents are loaded or you come up with some amazing idea and become a millionaire, or win the lottery... you're screwed. A millionaire isn't even a millionaire any more. You know how long a million pounds lasts in London these days? Zilcho nilcho.

You’re overqualified, madam.