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I've noticed a trend these days, either I wake up easily locating at least one or two potential jobs to apply for or I spend a couple of solid hours looking and finding only things I'm not qualified for or have already applied to. Today is one of the latter days, and inevitably I end up depressed and scared, certain I'm never going to find anything and soon I'll be living out of a cardboard box.

It doesn't help that the company that promised to get back to me yesterday hasn't bothered. I'm trying to keep that from adding to the immense pile of self-loathing already heaped on my shoulders during this process. I swear this is way worse than dating, at least the ego-bruising from that doesn't include financial insecurity to boot. So far I'm hitting all of my unemployment nightmares one by one right on schedule.

Oh and I've got a dentist's appointment later today and at some point the whole door painting drama is taking place...

But on a positive note I did get to spend a little time not thinking about my dire financial straits with cyranocyrano last night. And the ever wonderful forkmonkey dropped me off lots and lots of boxes which I'll spend the rest of the week happily filling up. It's a little bizarre I suppose but I must admit that packing is one of the few things giving me a sense of accomplishment and control right now. Yeah I know, I'm a complete freak, but I'll take my pleasures where I can find them right now.