At the end of this week I'll have been unemployed for two full months. Two full months of not working. Two full months of not collecting a paycheck. Two full months of having to pay for COBRA medical benefits. Two full months.
I know that in the grand scheme of things, two months isn't that much. Compared to other people's job searches, two months isn't that much. But really, two months is way too much in my personal opinion.
As a woman in her mid-30s who has worked since she was a freshman in high school, I don't like the thought of not working. As a woman who has a mortgage to pay, I don't like the reality of not working. As I single woman looking to find a guy, I dread the inevitable question of "what do you do for a living" and having to answer that at this point in time I'm not working.
And, no matter how well intentioned they are, having your friends and family always asking how the job search is coming along you every time you see them is very frustrating. I know they mean well and are just showing an interest in what's going on in my life but, believe you me, the moment I find a new job everyone I know will be alerted via text, phone, email, Facebook, Twitter, etc.
I promise I'll be the first to alert everyone of the impending exciting news but until then it's not only frustrating but also discouraging to have to continue to say that despite a number of great interviews I still haven't received an offer of employment. Despite doing everything I can think of from applying to a number of jobs each day to writing handwritten thank you notes after each interview to dressing professionally to keeping my nails manicured and looking nice the reality is that I just haven't gotten an offer yet.
Two full months. Not really that long but also an eternity!
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