Oh, joy...

The other night, I was talking to my friend Sansa (Leah) and I realized... not only have I been unemployed for over a year now, but I've been going on at least 4-5 interviews a month, sometimes more, for the past 13 months. That's more than 60 interviews, including some second interviews... and NOTHING. Still no job offers.

That's depressing.
Seriously.

And what do I have to show for these past 13 months of being unemployed?
Nothing.

Well, I've done a little work around the house, but not much. I cleaned out a few boxes of stuff in the garage, but it's still not organized the way I'd like it to be. I've watched a LOT of mindless crap on television, including all episodes of Las Vegas on TNT. I've wasted A LOT of time on Twitter and Facebook... and craigslist, JobDango, and other job websites. I've driven so many miles, answered and made so many phone calls, sent hundreds of e-mails, and had Sam send faxes at his office. I've crafted several items, including magnets, picture frames, and made several baked goods and tasty meals. I've taken several naps, with and without the kitties, and I've been known to sleep in until 2pm. I've planted a garden, picked some blueberries, and watered the flowers. I've washed the cars, gotten my car fixed, and changed my own blinker light and air filter. I've played fetch with my kitties, taken care of the neighborhood kitty, we adopted a bearded dragon (who eats a TON of food!), and taken care of my fishies. I've driven to CA, flown to CA, and gotten married in CA... which I *FINALLY* got a copy of our marriage license, by the way...!

I'm sure I've done a lot more than that, but that's all I can think of right now. Maybe I'll add to my list later. Either way, I feel as though these past 13 months I have been extremely unproductive. I haven't gone back to college, I haven't volunteered, I haven't done as many home improvements as I would have liked to, and, most importantly, I HAVEN'T FOUND A JOB! Ugh.

I think what has been irritating me the most lately... are all these damn cupcake shows on TV. One day, I'd like to own my own cupcake shop. I think it would be AWESOME. I'd get to do something I love to do on a day-to-day basis. I love baking and I love cupcakes; how awesome would that job be?! Anyway, I get so upset with these shows because some of the people on there are younger than I am, but they have their own bakeries. HOW did they afford it?! I mean, did their parents buy the shop for them? It's frustrating... and annoying. I'm going to be 30 next year; I want to be a productive, contributing member of society... I want to make a difference! If I wasn't in the situation I am now, I'd be all over going to a bank and asking for a business loan, but I know that ain't gonna happen... especially not with this economy. This SUCKS. Ugh.



On a side note... I'm playing fetch with Odin and his favorite toy as I type. I love this cat; he makes me laugh... especially when he slips on the hardwood floor while trying to catch his toy as it, too, slides across the floor. :) Grimm, on the other hand, is peacefully sleeping inside the curtain by the sliding glass door. That's his new sleep spot; I'm just glad he's not sleeping on the bathroom rug anymore. hehe...