As it turns out

I'm working. At my former place of employment. No need for any commentary from the Peanut Gallery. It's just temporary, and it's a different job than I had before.

I feel excellent, by the way. Fulfilled, motivated, constructive. Working is a great thing for me. And so is sunshine, of which there seems to be a giddily unending supply of late.

More info to come when I get some time.


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Unemployment Chronicles

Hey, I'm working this week. And I worked three days last week. And boy do I feel fine.

I was talking to D, who also has had an intimate relationship with unemployment of late, about how not working just saps the life of me. There is so much of self-worth, motivation, and fulfillment tied up in working full time. And I have been working two jobs for the last two years, six if you count all those years I spent going to work by day and university by night. And now I have no jobs. It is such an off-putting place to be.

I'm still looking. I am trying to make connections. I am trying to assess and use my skills. I am trying not to be so fatalistic and hopeless. I am trying to remind myself that I am talented. Or is this all chimerical fancy?

The only way we'll know is if someone were to hire me and give me a fighting chance.


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