September 20th 2009, And what do you do for a living?

Days unemployed: 7 (do weekends count though, or should only count business days?)

Number of resumes submitted: 10

Number of interviews: 1

Bank balance: 824.70 (detest Bank of America’s “Keep the Change” program, slowly whittles away at balance)

Number of Starbucks beverages purchased: 10

Weekend’s welcome break from job search, even unemployed must take break. Fewer job postings on the weekends anyway. Haven’t really been out and about much since unemployed but boyfriend had party to go to, so had to put on happy face and tight jeans (lots of queens, not a flat butt in sight). Would have preferred to stay inside and watch Sweet Home Alabama. In mood for lighthearted comedy. Primary reason for avoiding party with people I don’t know: what do you do for a living is one of the most common things people ask when getting to know you. Knew question would come up at some point in the night. Feel pathetic that can’t find job. Want to be impressive successful boyfriend to be shown off at party, not barely able to support self boyfriend that tries to leave party early.

Spoke to mum again, really want to fly back home for a weekend. However, fear parents might purchase one way ticket in attempt to trap me back in keystone state where there isn’t a S-bux in walking distance and surrounded by people that I went to high school with and still live with parents. Never want to be that person. Worked very hard in college so wouldn’t be that person. And yet: becoming that person. Mum brought up forbidden topic of moving home again, quickly changed subject.

Slightly jealous of peer who graduated at the same time as me, one by one finding jobs, leaving the pool of unemployed graduates smaller with each passing day. Feel lost in a great big fish tank at a pet store. All other fishes chosen before me. Would probably be one of those dinky neon colored fishes that exists to make fish tank seem less empty.

New suggestion: volunteer work. To demonstrate abilities and get foot in door at organization. Could be an interesting way to get into some not for profit sector but hesitant to put time and energy into something that might not pay off. Too easy to exploit people willing to work for free right now. Thus: internships. Was lucky as an undergrad, I had a paid internship with a furniture showroom doing technical writing, some design, and some slightly creative PR writing. But now: little sister finds internship making two dollars more that I’ve ever made. Little sister winning sibling battle to succeed. For longest time was on top, but now sister’s in college and admirable foe. Also: sister going to school for business entrepreneurship, surely will be better off when graduating.

Anyway: boyfriend impatient to go run errands. Shooing me off computer. Might buy some snazzy yarn to make feel better. Funds? Perhaps can trade boyfriend sex for yarn.

Kind Regards,

Zack