This is my first Monday morning in 5+ months that I haven’t spent at the office. It’s weird not going to work on a Monday, when everyone around you is at a desk somewhere. Mondays when you’re not on vacation, that is.
I’ve spent the day sending out resumes in emails in response to positions, none which have the feeling of “dream jobs” but some which do have some appealing aspects. It’s tough for me to feel fired up about myself right now, and that’s something my cover letters desperately need.
I woke up Saturday morning in a bummed mood. It was a combination of the chilly weather and the thought that Saturday would be just another day as long as I stay unemployed.
“Are you all right?” Kelly asked me on our way to Durham to visit friends. “I’m just trying to figure out my future,” I mumbled while staring out the window, as if a fantastic job would drop out of the drizzly gray sky.
I had hoped to have found a place I could stay last time around. Something stable. It’s frustrating to find myself back at square one. Job-searching sucks. I’m not looking forward to running this gauntlet again. Yeesh.