Captain Obvious

Ya know I just gotta think things will turn around soon. My guardian angel will come back from break and my job situation will change for the better. Soon and very soon I will be gainfully employed. Until then, however, I'll be attending a weekly job transition group where I will meet other women in similar situations. We can support each other and share stories and network. But let me tell you if it turns into a sappy therapy-fest, I'll be out of there faster than you can say, "pass the Kleenex."

Support can be good. It's slightly more helpful than when my dad says, "You need to find a job."

Well thank you Captain Obvious! Do I? Do I really need to find a job? Do I have a mortgage? Am I the only one who pays my bills? Is a job what I need to find? Thanks for bringing that to my attention.

As if I haven't been looking every day for almost 365 days straight. As if I don't have a spreadsheet full of companies I've applied to. As if I don't have a file folder full of job descriptions, interview tips and networking paraphernalia. Every single freakin' time I attend a networking meeting, I come home with another stack of bullshit to file. I don't think it's a job I need. I think it's another stack of bullshit!

Thank you Dad, I appreciate the reminder. And I know you have my best interest at heart. I just hope these weekly networking meetings prove to be a little more helpful.

Heaven knows there's no way they could be less helpful.