the dust bowl
I have four possibilities in the job hatch here, which is not enough to allow me to sit back and twiddle my thumbs.
When it comes to professional positions, it can take about two months for things to pan out. I am, therefore, starting to apply to high-level, plum positions nationwide (yes, sooner than I thought I would). My preference would be to find, if not a high-level, a mid-level position here or an entry-level position in a new field, but that isn’t happening, so I’m trying new tacks. I figure I’ll start at the top and work my way down. Next March will be a year that I’ve been out of work; I’d like to have a job by then. I have loved this time off but a year is enough if I want to remain in the game (and unfortunately I have to).
I hate this though. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to lose my ever-lovin’ mind. I am still trying to make some social connections and fix up my condo and study for my classes and call into the temp agency and search the job boards here, but now I am additionally looking at the job boards nationwide and expending mental energy thinking about yet another move.
I feel profoundly alone in all of this.