This Little Piggy Went to the Market

The job market is really diseased right now. Like looking for fresh fruit that is all bruised. I've had a couple interviews. I thought I might be able to substitute but I have to cough up some cash to take an online class. Apparently when your superintendent screws you into unemployment, you still have to take expensive graduate credit to maintain your certification.

Substituting in WV still requires a certificate. I remember interviewing in Galax. They really liked me so they took me down to the station for prints. A girl was interested in subbing and all she needed was a high school diploma. The new superintendent in the county was going to petition for a sub certificate so I could work and therefore afford to get my real certificate renewed. Even for a sub certificate, I need to show proof of enrollment. fml.

I applied for a job at Holzer. Going through my application, they noticed I owed them money. So instead of offering me a job based on my qualifications and giving this bum the means to pay my bill, they set their collection agents on me. fml

I went to see the governor at his picnic. I told him about my job situation. After applying for, testing for, and receiving scores for several jobs, he finally helped me with an interview at the cultural center. I thought it went well and they said it was a slow process. Apparently, the slow process involves sending me a letter dated the day after my interview telling me how impressed they were but they chose someone else. fml. Then, they reposted the job. fml, fml

I called the senator about a job. Emailed him a resume per his instructions. Went to the office and waited over an hour. Finally, I resigned to come back another day. His secretary said she'd let me know when he wanted to schedule an appointment. Still no call.

Interviewed at DHHR in Ripley. Still waiting.

I still think about selling everything and moving to seminary. With the controversy at St. Timothy, maybe that would be a dead end as well. Rivers belong where they can ramble.

Everyone has faith that something good will happen for me...but me.

I'm learning more and more about my friends. I think some have forgotten me and perhaps they think less of me because I've fallen in a rut. If I can't be productive citizen with a job, then I'm not as worthy of a friend to go on an outing, visit at their home, or worthy of a return phone call. I heard someone say about someone else that he didn't want to talk to someone because he was afraid he'd be hit up for money. I don't want your pity, I want to borrow your shoulder and your ear.