This past year has been . . . difficult, to put it mildly, and life has been careening wildly first one direction and then another, with teeth-chattering lurches in between. The long and the short of it is, I've been looking for meaningful employment (which I have to have) and have suffered a couple of career "disappointments", as my oldest son so diplomatically puts it. These, my current jobless state, and the mountain of job applications I have submitted in the past few weeks have left me rather dazed and glassy-eyed. It's difficult to work up enthusiasm for another day (after endless days) of filling out online applications, attempting to wrench professional skills and 30 years of experience to fit posted job requirements.
Round holes. Square peg.
Languishing by phone, awaiting the positive results of "promising" job interviews is the most disheartening of all. For every reason I know I'm perfect for an advertised position, my mind finds at least two others which would toss my resume into the reject pile. Obviously, the powers that be have done so as well.
