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Greetings from my hometown, far away from where I live.
I came out here to visit family for a week. Hadn't seen them in a while. It's pretty quiet out here, but the entire time I'm thinking, "do I have to move back here?"

The rat race, y'know, is just a rat race.

I made the mistake this morning of going over my job-hunt chart. Nothing will ruin your morning that going over 950 job applications and the 80 or so interviews you've had!

I had four interviews in the two days before I left. One was low-paying and part-time with troubled kids; they had the courtesy of telling me I didn't get the job (I emailed back asking for pointers, haven't heard yet). Another was equally low-paying, but full-time helping people; I didn't get a good vibe from the boss. He said he'd make a decision that day, and hasn't contacted me since. I assume a no. One was decent paying, but organizing (re: 60 hours a week); they wanted to schedule an in-person interview, but have had trouble picking a date, probably since they're working so much. The last one was also a phone interview, probably well paying and not 60 hour weeks; it was a little unsettling this morning to find the job posted again. For some reason I doubt they liked me. Can't say why... I wish they'd just tell me why.

THIS IS WHY I BLOG
Cause I can't tell anyone about this. No one will listen, no one wants to hear. I don't want sympathy.
Ok, I do want sympathy, but social norms say that I shouldn't seek it.
What good will it do?
Maybe a personal connection to the unemployment crisis? So people know that people THEY KNOW are suffering, and what exactly that suffering is?
Or how ridiculous it is that a guy who JUST WANTS TO HELP OTHER PEOPLE and is willing to accept minimum wage doing so can't even get a fucking job.
Ugh.
I think I'll go for a run.