Job hunt

Or, to put it bluntly, damn, damn, and goddamn.

Looking at the meager job listings I've got in front of me, what do I see?

Either postings for people who are still active students, or postings for people with several years' experience in the field. Nothing for someone who's trying to start from ground zero.

And the encouraging advice from the home front? "Why are you depressed? You should be motivated!"

Times like this, I don't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that I don't have a brick handy to pound against my skull.

It's one big joke, isn't it?

So, in the midst of making all the calls to various places today, I end up with one connection - to New York Legal Aid - and they rather pointedly remind me that if I want to work for them, I need to not only have passed the New York bar exam, but be admitted to the New York bar.

This is a good point, so I call up the state bar association, to ask what's wrong with my application.

After some glitches with call waiting, I get someone in the middle of telling me:

"Last June you were asked to give us an affidavit from your current employer. You still haven't done that."

Which, from their perspective, was technically true; I'd given the form to the fellow in charge of the Presidential challenger's local campaign office, after he'd promised to fill it out and send it along, and HE was apparently the one who never sent it.

< insert gramaphone recording of head pounding rapidly and repeatedly against secondhand Trinitron monitor >

I think that maybe days like today help explain why games like Grand Theft Auto do the brisk business they do.