Today was the day I was hoping to start getting feedback from the over dozen resumes I’ve submitted around the country. The holidays are in the rear view, the world was in a deep freeze yesterday: surely at this point, I should be hearing something, right?
I can’t imagine going much longer like this, but there are thousands who have gone years without gainful employment. I’ve been here about a month and it’s driving me nuts. And then there’s the sneaking suspicion that these [mostly] daily posts, something I hoped would be poignant and fun is, from your perspective, an exercise in tedium.
Yeah, I’m in a weird place.
There’s always tomorrow.
Dispatches from the Bread Line are week-daily blog posts until I’m employed again.