Hanging On

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way- Pink Floyd

Got some news for you boys, it's not just the English way. Although my desperation is beginning to feel less quiet, harder to hide. It's like it's percolating inside me and the pressure mounts each day.

Yesterday I was unable to pay to get to a job interview. I had to borrow the money, not for the first time, in order to get downtown to a recruiting firm. After rushing there, developing several new blisters on my feet that have me hobbling today, my new recruiter said there weren't any jobs available. But I should keep him apprised of my job situation and if, if, something comes up he'll let me know. Dejected and in pain, I wandered back the 30 blocks or so to the train station. It's funny too, this recruiter had expressed sympathy for the trek from the suburbs to downtown but in spite of that psuedo-sympathy, he had no problem wasting my time with a 20 minute discussion of their lack of jobs that meet my qualifications.

On the train ride home my phone rang. Excitedly I answered, hoping it was a job call. It was. But before my hopes raised, the woman on the other end told me it was a "proactive interview" with no available positions at this time. Timeframe for when positions might be available? Nope. I, of course, accepted the interview. What else can I really do at this point, besides hang on?