A Hunting We Will Go

Job hunting. Two words to strike fear into the hearts of the most stoic of humans. There is something about laying your work life bare for strangers to evaluate and pass judgement. Truthfully? It makes blind dates look like child's play.

Last time I did this, the last time I undertook a serious job hunt, it was both easier and harder. More printing and mailing out of resumes, waiting a couple of weeks for either a phone call or a letter. Something that told you that someone had actually looked at what you had produced, whether or not they liked it. Lately even that little courtesy is gone. You email attachments out into the ether, get the automatic reply and often hear nothing ever again. You begin to long for a rejection letter.

Granted, I haven't been at this that long. It is still early days and I am not truly worried. Though a little voice in the back of my head nags at me - "You're Unemployed." Thanks for the reminder. "No really, you don't have a job." I know. Thanks. "Seriously, you should be worried." And so it goes.

Mostly I can banish the voice back to the cave it dwells in, but there are days when it is a persistent little bugger. Mostly I am peaceful, mostly I know that the right thing will come along at the right time. Mostly I can send out my work (the results of much research, time and energy) and let it go, like releasing a dove and waiting patiently for it to return with an olive branch. Mostly I can keep myself busy and productive and engaged. Still. Still. Still.