Job Hunting Sucks

I'm still looking for a job.  I know.  In this economy, you're all amazed that a whole month haqs passed and I am not yet firmly esconced in a corner office.  It's just that every day I spend unemployed is another day I spend at home.  It's not easy to repair a marriage when one has to constantly be in contact with one's spouse. 

If it's true that absence makes the heart grow fonder, it's doubly true that familiarity breeds contempt.

I Don't Write As Much As I Should

I started this blog thinking I would have a lot to say.  Silly me.  As it happens, My personality type is such that I am not inclined to share, nor am I naturally attuned to things to let enough in to talk about if I were the sort to talk a lot anyway.

I am extremely introspective, so Shrink says, and I find sharing to be a risky and dangerous activity.

I suppose that the idea here is that the blog affords enough anonymity to allow me a sense of safety.  I can say what's on my mind, because nobody knows me.  I'm still working through it.

I Gotta Get Out of This Place

The worst thing about being unemployed is that you have no place to go most of the time, so you end up sitting at home, driving your family crazy and having them do the same to you.  It's kind of like The Shining.  At least I haven't started seeing twin girls in period costume yet.  But I'm not ruling it out.

I'm getting a lot of yardwork done, but that's hardly the sort of thing that inspires bold and beautiful blog posts.  Hang in there, kids.  I'll think of something to say worth reading soon enough.