Despair

Forgive the melodrama but the job search has hit rock bottom. I had just decided that I was ready to accept any old job, and then I lost the card of my contact for said any old job.

Is it an omen? Or am I now officially sabotaging myself?

I'm not sure how much more rejection I can withstand.

On a more positive note, J. came home Wednesday night and it is confirmed: absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder.

Wow, self-pity and tired cliches, all in one entry.