We're not starting the new year off well from a personal standpoint. My husband has not been employed for over ten months. He's had scores of interviews but no firm offers. I have been looking for work for over two years and only had a handful of nibbles in all that time. Scouring job sites and other resources has become a daily mind-numbing routine. I've even gone old-school and hand-delivered applications to local businesses, to no avail.
I rage against a system that's purposely designed to route job applications into a computerized black hole, and against recruiters who don't have the courtesy to respond to inquiries.
Nothing changes. And I'm fed up.
When I see friends of mine crow about how successful their self-built businesses are, I wonder if I could have done the same. Unfortunately it's far too late for that; the market for hand-made merchandise is glutted, and writers of most stripes get little attention unless they're heavily controversial or they get extraordinarily lucky. Had I been serious about pursuing that I should have started ten years ago.
More recently my husband has been luckier in terms of interviews, but the jobs he's looking at are in a place that I do not wish to live in. I've visited that particular city a number of times but never liked it. Logically I know that one must go where the opportunities are. Many of my high-school and university classmates now live in another province. Call me romantic but I don't want to leave home.
My great-grandfather took a job out west and sent money for the rest of his family to join him. His wife refused to leave their home and ended up raising her family on her own. My grandfather subsequently felt abandoned by his father and refused to speak about him for the rest of his life. It makes for an interesting story but I would prefer that history not repeat itself.