radiophonic

OK, so I managed to get back into the swing of waking up with the alarm.

The only reason I say that it’s “Not worth it” is because, and let’s face it, nobody likes to wake up. :-P

I never would have believed that it would be so difficult to find work in such a large city. It is.

Ottawa has a dry, picky job market which prefers hiring Canadian citizens over those who have immigrated to Canada. I’ve been out of work for over a year and the pressure is almost unbearable. I can’t handle being broke any longer.

Is it my age? Am I over-experienced? Why do 90% of these employers only accept applications over the Internet? It’s so impersonal and frustrating.

There has to be a job out there somewhere, but so far I’ve been unable to find it.

That sounds odd, doesn’t it? How does one close up so much that they won’t even allow themselves to be loved by another? It happens. Humans are complex beings and the bulk of our emotions are never fully understood by the self that contains them. We are all a beautiful, imperfect chaos.

The past ten years of my life have been a dark comedy. The errors have re-written my personality, re-defined my attitude and in essence, created a very saddened and closed person.

Hopefully I will no longer have to park in the emotionally handicapped spot when the dance of love comes back to play again.