Jun 22, 2009 02:32
Tomorrow, it will be two weeks since we moved home. I am still unemployed. There are potential jobs floating about and I've applied for scads just this weekend. Oh, how I worry.
The relationship I maintain with steady employment is odd. I dislike it--having to give up eight hours of my day, not including travel, in order to pay my bills-- but I don't necessarily mind being dependent on it. In a way, it gives me purpose. It allows me to be self-sufficient.
Yet I'm simultaneously resentful over having to spend so much time looking for a job. I've gone on two interviews thus far, one with a temp agency, the other a waste of time, and I have a third to attend on Tuesday. I'm hoping that one of the three agencies who've contacted me will have something for me tomorrow.
As soon as I have regular income again, I can start using my free time to memorize dialogue for Portraiture, which is now less than 3 months away.
Think good thoughts for me.