Depressed …

Got a rejection e-mail yesterday.  At least I heard something back from one of the hundreds of applications I’ve filled out.  The job was at a hospital in Gastonia; not that I really want to work at a hospital, but it was a legal assistant job.  The commute to this hospital would have sucked.  It’s probably just as well, but it’s still depressing.

Yesterday I realized that MM is nothing more than a dead end for me.

I got a letter from the NC Division of Employment of Securities telling me that they wanted me to come in next Tuesday with my work search records.  Great.  Not that there will be any problem with that because I’ve surely been looking for work, but it’s still aggravating.

I believe it’s the big hole in my resume from October, 2008 to the present that is hurting me.  I thought adding my creative farming endeavors on to it would take care of that hole, but may be not.  Maybe I need to add in:

Worked part-time as a cashier at Wal-Mart and then part-time at Walgreens as a Photo Service Technician and then part-time as Mellow Mushroom as a prep cook.  Would that look any better?  Who knows.  Maybe I’ll send both resumes and let the potential employers choose which one they like better.

I wonder if I’m ever going to crawl out of this unemployment hole.

I am not going to ride at South Mountain this Sunday.  It takes a half a tank of gas to get there and back and given gas is almost $3/gallon now, it’s a frivolous endeavor I am not going to take part in.  Heck, I’ll likely not be able to afford to do an endurance ride, at least not any time soon.  I’m considering taking Al Bin back to the farm he came from.  No sense feeding and maintaining a horse that is likely never going to be able to be ridden.  Probably should not have even bought Trophy as I’ll never get back what I paid for him if I were to try to sell him.

I want to crawl under my bed and not come out.

Until later …